Munich Air Disaster 1958

We love them We mourn for them Unlucky boys of red I wish I'd gone down Gone down with them To where mother nature Makes their bed We miss them Every night we kiss them Their faces fixed in our heads I wish I'd gone down Gone down with them To where mother nature Makes their bed They can't hurt you Their style will never desert you Because they're all safely dead I wish I'd gone down Gone down with them To where mother nature Makes their bed