《My Youngest Son》歌词

[00:00:02] My Youngest Son - Slime

[00:00:14] It's an 800 years never ending war

[00:00:19] That causes grief sorrow suffering and pain

[00:00:27] And glory

[00:00:34] But glory for who

[00:00:40] My youngest son came home today

[00:00:46] His friends marched with him all the way

[00:00:51] The flutes and drums beat out the time

[00:00:55] As in his box of polished pine

[00:00:58] Like dead meat on a butcher's tray

[00:01:04] My youngest son came home today

[00:01:11] My youngest son was a fine young man

[00:01:16] With a wife and a daughter and a son

[00:01:22] As a man he would have lived and died

[00:01:25] Till by that bullet sanctified

[00:01:29] Now he's a saint or so they say

[00:01:35] They brought their saint home today

[00:02:12] Above the narrow Belfast streets

[00:02:18] An Irish sky looks down and weeps

[00:02:23] On children's blood in gutters spilled

[00:02:27] For dreams of freedom unfilled

[00:02:30] As part of freedom's price to pay

[00:02:36] My youngest son came home today

[00:03:13] My youngest son came home today

[00:03:19] His friends marched with him all the way

[00:03:25] The flutes and drums beat out the time

[00:03:28] As in his box of polished pine

[00:03:31] Like dead meat on a butcher's tray

[00:03:37] My youngest son came home today

[00:03:44] But this time he's home to stay