Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Michael (Johnny McEvoy) 
On a far off august day Cold young men in ambush lay On a roadside by a hill where flowers grow So much hate for one so young who was right and who was wrong Though a thousand years may pass we'll never know 
chorus Candles dripping blood they placed beside your shoulders Rosary beads like teardrops on your fingers Friends and comrades standing by in their grief they wonder why Michael in their hour of need you had to go 
And when evening twighlight came gently fell the autumn rain Oh but you lay still and silent on the ground As we hung our heads in prayer in our sorrow and despair We wondered was it friend or foe who shot you down 
chorus 
Now the flame that you held high when you called out to the sky To end this senseless killing and this shame Has now passed to other hands and is carried through the land by some not fit to even speak your name 
chorus