Michael's bones
Lay where he fell
Face down on a sports ground
Oh...
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
Oh...
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
Lay where he fell
Face down on a sports ground
Oh...
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
Oh...
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
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