Munich Air Disaster 1958

Intro: 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 | x3 |