My Youngest Son Came Home Today Guitar Chords And Lyrics

 Eric Bogle

My (Am)youngest son came (C)home to(Em)day.
His (Am)friends marched with him (C)all the (Em)way.
The (Am)flutes and drums beat (Em)out the (Am)time,
As in his box of (Em)polished (Am)pine,
Like dead meat (Em)on a (Am)butcher's (Em)tray,
My (Am)youngest son (G)came home to(Am)day.

My (Am)youngest son was a (C)fine young (Em)man
With a (Am)wife, a daughter, (C)and a (Em)son,
A (Am)man he would have (Em)lived and (Am)died,
Till by a bullet (Em)sancti(Am)fied.
Now he's a (Em)saint, or (Am)so they (Em)say -
They (Am)brought their saint (G)home to(Am)day.

U(Am)pon the narrow (C)Belfast (Em)streets
An (Am)Irish sky looks (C)down and (Em)weeps
On (Am)children's blood in (Em)gutters (Am)spilled
For dreams of freedom (Em)unful(Am)filled
As part of (Em)freedom's (Am)price to (Em)pay
My (Am)youngest son came (G)home to(Am)day.

My (Am)youngest son came (C)home to(Em)day.
His (Am)friends marched with him (C)all the (Em)way.
The (Am)flutes and drums beat (Em)out the (Am)time,
As in his box of (Em)polished (Am)pine,
Like dead meat (Em)on a (Am)butcher's (Em)tray,
My (Am)youngest son (G)came home to(Am)day. -

And (G)this time he's (Em)home to (Am)stay.