On a cold Munich day in the ice and the snow
Forty-four souls filled with fear, filled with hope
In the dark, in the flames there was nowhere to hide
Twenty-one lived but twenty-three died

Pioneers all for the game for the score
Lost their lives for the cause of the game we adore
Friends torn asunder, families bereft
Their time has gone but we will not forget

The flyers and crew, those valiant men
Will no longer serve, they will not fly again
The journalists too, not of sword but of pen
How mighty those words, they will not write again

And trainers, and fans, of the club to the end
Will never cast eyes on United again
Those players, those boys, those brilliant men
Keep the memories bright, they will not play again

Each February we meet up at Old Trafford to remember those who died Learn more