Michaels Bones

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

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

Oh ...