The rugby pitch bathed in wintry sun
Someone has not got up to continue play
The young captain has gone down with the scrum
Anxious eyes beg for the ambulance to come
Face down on the grass - he had to be kept that way
On the rugby pitch bathed in wintry sun
Hospital machines let out a monotonous hum
Alive, cheery - never again would he walk they say
The young captain gone down with the scrum
The lads wonder if there was something they could have done
But his neck had snapped as the scrum gave way
On the rugby pitch bathed in wintry sun
The Rugby Union said, "Everything will be done
Convert the house, any equipment" - they would pay
For the young captain gone down with the scrum
Four hundred people for the funeral did come
Grieving was loud and open - no one would forget the day
The rugby pitch bathed in wintry sun
And the young captain gone down with the scrum
