My Youngest Son Came Home Today

My youngest son came home today

his friends marched with him all the way

the pipe and drum beat out the time

while in his box of polished pine

like dead meat on a butcher's tray

my youngest son came home today

my youngest son was a fine young man

with a wife, a daughter, and two sons

and a man he would have lived and died

til a by a bullet sanctified

now he's a saint, or so they say

they brought their young saint home today

an Irish sky looks down and weeps

upon narrow Belfast streets

a children's blood in gutter spille

in dreams of glory unfulfilled

there's part of freedom

aprice to pay

my youngest son came home today

My youngest son came home today

his friends marched with him all the way

the pipe and drum beat out the time

while in his box of polished pine

like dead meat on a butcher's tray

my youngest son came home today...

this time he's here to stay.