There was a group of young boys with passion and skill

With courage and pace they’d attack teams at will

An opposing player’s nightmare but a manager’s dream

The Busby Babes they were known as, oh what a team

With Matt as their father he’d allow them to play

Flowing football, steely grit was the show on display

But they relished a challenge, a much bigger test

So they ventured into Europe again to play against the best

But the loss of innocent lives that the club was about to mourn

The dreams of the players and fans would be shattered and torn

How great they could have been, tragically we’ll never know

Due to that dark day in Munich in heavy slushy snow

It shouldn’t have happened and we all ask ourselves why

But their spirits will live on, their memories will never die

So rest in peace as God has dealt your fate

To all the Busby Babes who were lost in ’58