| Song | My Youngest Son Came Home Today |
| Artist | Mary Black |
| Album | Collected |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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 |
| [01:21.65] | |
| [01:22.34] | They brought their young saint home today |
| [01:28.99] | |
| [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 |
| [02:13.71] | |
| [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 |
| [03:36.46] | |
| [03:42.90] | And this time he's home to stay |
| [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 |
| [01:21.65] | |
| [01:22.34] | They brought their young saint home today |
| [01:28.99] | |
| [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 |
| [02:13.71] | |
| [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 |
| [03:36.46] | |
| [03:42.90] | And this time he s home to stay |
| [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 |
| [01:21.65] | |
| [01:22.34] | They brought their young saint home today |
| [01:28.99] | |
| [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 |
| [02:13.71] | |
| [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 |
| [03:36.46] | |
| [03:42.90] | And this time he s home to stay |