Michael's bones
Lay where he fell
Face down on a sports ground
He was just somebody's luckless son Oh .
Oh, look what he's done
Oh, but now look what he's done Your gentle hands are frozen
And no one was mad about you
And your unkissed lips are blue
Your thinning clothes are hopeless Michael's bones
Were very young
Oh .
But they were never to know
Impetuous fun
Mr. Policeman His gentle hands are frozen
I don't know where you get such notions from
And his unkissed lips are blue But his eyes still cry And now you've turned the last bend
And see Tell me, tell me Oh, you lucky thing
And I'm ashamed of myself
You are too brave
As usual Oh.
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