Lyrics
The pipe and drum beat out the time, my youngest son came home today, while in his box of polished pine
My youngest son came home today, an irish sky looks down and weeps
My youngest son came home today, as part of freedom s price to pay
His friends marched with him all the way, upon the narrow belfast streets
a daughter and two sons
While in his box of polished pine, and some album s of eric bogle s
In dreams of glory unfulfilled, upon the narrow belfast streets
Appears on billy bragg s the internationale, a daughter and two sons, my youngest son came home today
the pipe and drum beat out the time
the pipe and drum beat out the time
an irish sky looks down and weeps
My youngest son came home today, and some album s of eric bogle s
Till by a bullet sanctified, as part of freedom s price to pay, like dead meat on a butcher s tray
his friends marched with him all the way
upon the narrow belfast streets
appears on billy bragg s the internationale
My youngest son came home today, his friends marched with him all the way, my youngest son came home today
My youngest son came home today, my youngest son was a fine young man
The pipe and drum beat out the time, upon the narrow belfast streets
My youngest son came home today, now he s a saint or so they say, words and music by eric bogle
My youngest son came home today, like dead meat on a butcher s tray, like dead meat on a butcher s tray
Now he s a saint or so they say, my youngest son came home today
My youngest son came home today, while in his box of polished pine Home, his friends marched with him all the way
An irish sky looks down and weeps, my youngest song came home today
They brought their young saint home today, while in his box of polished pine My, and a man he would have lived and died
Now he s a saint or so they say, they brought their young saint home today, upon the narrow belfast streets
Upon the narrow belfast streets, an irish sky looks down and weeps
my youngest song came home today
And this time he s here to stay, at children s blood in gutters spilled, my youngest song came home today
The pipe and drum beat out the time, like dead meat on a butcher s tray
while in his box of polished pine
my youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way, the fife and drum beat out the time, my youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way, the pipe and drum beat out the time, an irish sky looks down and weeps
Appears on billy bragg s the internationale, like dead meat on a butcher s tray
and some album s of eric bogle s
As part of freedom s price to pay, while in his box of polished pine Youngest, while in his box of polished pine
like dead meat on a butcher s tray
appears on billy bragg s the internationale
A daughter and two sons, his friends marched with him all the way, my youngest son came home today
Appears on billy bragg s the internationale, appears on billy bragg s the internationale
The fife and drum beat out the time, like dead meat on a butcher s tray
A daughter and two sons, till by a bullet sanctified
the pipe and drum beat out the time
As part of freedom s price to pay, my youngest song came home today Came, as part of freedom s price to pay
the fife and drum beat out the time