My Youngest Son Came Home Today Lyrics

Billy Bragg


publisher: ©O/B/O APRA AMCOS
writers: Eric Bogle
album: Track 7 in album The Internationale
release date: 1990-5
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length: 3:04
piano: Cara Tivey
shakuhachi: Cara Tivey
sopranino recorder: Lorraine Bowen
guitar: Billy Bragg
vocal: Billy Bragg

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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

Words and music: eric bogle

Track Listing

  • 1 The Internationale
  • 2 I Dreamed I Saw Phil Ochs Last Night
  • 3 The Marching Song of the Covert Battalions
  • 4 Blake's Jerusalem
  • 5 Nicaragua Nicaraguita
  • 6 The Red Flag
  • 7 My Youngest Son Came Home Today