My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The fife and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son same 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
Till 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 the narrow Belfast streets
At children's blood in gutters spilled
In dreams of glory unfulfilled
As part of freedom's price 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
And this time he's here to stay


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"My Youngest Son Came Home Today" as written by Eric Bogle

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    General CommentLike ARMY DREAMERS by the famous Katie B., another solemn ode to a parent of a soldier who has passed away in battle, (Northern Ireland?) this one more hard-hitting than the Kate Bush tune
    CuteSparkinaon July 02, 2005   Link
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    General CommentStrong and painful.
    I always think of the sentence i heard somewhere:

    "No parent shall ever have to bury their own children...that is truly the most cruel thing for someone to experience..."
    Unionbaronon August 07, 2007   Link

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