Michael's Bones

Michael's bones

Lay where he 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 doneYour gentle hands are frozen

And your unkissed lips are blue

Your thinning clothes are hopeless

And no one was mad about youMichael's bones

Were very young

But they were never to know

Impetuous fun

Mr. Policeman, I don't know

Where you get such notions fromHis gentle hands are frozen

And his unkissed lips are blue

But his eyes still cryAnd now you've turned the last bend

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

Tell me, tell meOh, you lucky thing

You are too brave

And I'm ashamed of myself as usual