Michael's bones

Lay where they fell

Face down on a sports ground



He was just somebody's luckless son

Oh but now look what he's done

Oh look what he's done



Your gentle hands are frozen

And your unkissed lips are blue

Your thinning clothes are hopeless

And no one was mad about you



Michael's bones were very young

But they were never to know

Impetuous fun



Mr. Policeman

I don't know where you get such notions from

His gentle hands are frozen

And his unkissed lips are blue

But his eyes still cry



And now you've turned the last bend

And see are we all judged the same at the end?

Tell me, tell me



Oh you lucky thing

You are too brave

And I'm ashamed of myself as usual