letra de my youngest son came home today - billy bragg
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
letras aleatórias
- letra de i hope it rains - joe grass
- letra de smoking your weed - lucie silvas
- letra de last words - sun heights
- letra de disero - better run
- letra de el vaivén - antwan mc
- letra de quien diría - nio garcía
- letra de só beijinhos - filipe sambado
- letra de tan solo - el apodado el ese
- letra de cuando pienso en ti - josé feliciano
- letra de life on the line - the jacka & ampichino