所属专辑:Black Is The Colour
歌手: An Cat Dubh
时长: 03:20
My Youngest Son Came Home Today - An Cat Dubh[00:00:00]
Written by:Traditional[00:00:01]
My youngest son came home today[00:00:07]
His friends marched with him all the way[00:00:12]
The fife and drum beat out the time[00:00:17]
As in his box of polished pine[00:00:21]
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray[00:00:26]
My youngest son same home today[00:00:31]
My youngest son was a fine young man[00:00:43]
With a wife a daughter and two sons[00:00:47]
And a man he would have lived and died[00:00:52]
Till by a bullet sanctified[00:00:56]
Now he's a saint or so they say[00:01:00]
They brought their saint home today[00:01:05]
Upon the narrow belfast streets[00:01:17]
An Irish sky looks down and weeps[00:01:21]
At children's blood in gutters spilled[00:01:26]
In dreams of freedom unfulfilled[00:01:30]
As part of freedom's price to pay[00:01:35]
My youngest son came home today[00:01:39]
My youngest son came home today[00:02:25]
His friends marched with him all the way[00:02:30]
The pipe and drum beat all the time[00:02:35]
As in his box of polished pine[00:02:39]
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray[00:02:43]
My youngest son came home today[00:02:49]
And this time he's here to stay[00:02:57]