[00:01.29]My Youngest Son Came Home Today
[00:09.73]My youngest son came home today
[00:15.11]His friends marched with him all the way
[00:21.80]The pipes and drum beat out the time
[00:26.30]While in his box of polished pine
[00:31.98]Like dead meat on a butcher＇s tray
[00:38.40]My youngest son came home today
[00:53.15]My youngest son was a fine young man
[00:58.83]With a wife, a daughter and two sons
[01:04.90]A man he would have lived and died
[01:09.78]Till by a bullet sanctified
[01:13.53]Now he＇s a saint or so they say
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[01:22.34]They brought their young saint home today
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[01:36.98]Above the narrow Belfast streets
[01:42.29]An Irish sky looks down and weeps
[01:48.35]At children＇s blood in gutters spilled
[01:53.49]In dreams of freedom unfulfilled
[01:59.30]As part of freedom＇s price to pay
[02:08.39]My youngest son came home today
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[03:04.27]My youngest son came home today
[03:09.74]His friends marched with him all the way
[03:15.99]The pipe and drum beat out the time
[03:20.93]While in his box of polished pine
[03:26.51]Like dead meat on a butcher＇s tray
[03:32.63]My youngest son came home today
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[03:42.90]And this time he＇s home to stay