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 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