《My Youngest Son Came Home Today》歌词

[00:00:00] My Youngest Son Came Home Today - An Cat Dubh

[00:00:01] Written by：Traditional

[00:00:07] My youngest son came home today

[00:00:12] His friends marched with him all the way

[00:00:17] The fife and drum beat out the time

[00:00:21] As in his box of polished pine

[00:00:26] Like dead meat on a butcher's tray

[00:00:31] My youngest son same home today

[00:00:43] My youngest son was a fine young man

[00:00:47] With a wife a daughter and two sons

[00:00:52] And a man he would have lived and died

[00:00:56] Till by a bullet sanctified

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

[00:01:05] They brought their saint home today

[00:01:17] Upon the narrow belfast streets

[00:01:21] An Irish sky looks down and weeps

[00:01:26] At children's blood in gutters spilled

[00:01:30] In dreams of freedom unfulfilled

[00:01:35] As part of freedom's price to pay

[00:01:39] My youngest son came home today

[00:02:25] My youngest son came home today

[00:02:30] His friends marched with him all the way

[00:02:35] The pipe and drum beat all the time

[00:02:39] As in his box of polished pine

[00:02:43] Like dead meat on a butcher's tray

[00:02:49] My youngest son came home today

[00:02:57] And this time he's here to stay