Football Poets

The Spirit of Shankly

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A long, long time ago… I can still remember how
His football used to make me smile.
And he knew if he had a chance,
That he could make that terrace dance,
And make the people happy for a while
But September made me shiver,
With every paper soon delivered,
Bad news on the doorstep…
I couldn’t take one more step
I can remember yes I cried
When I remembered his great sides
And something touched me deep inside,
The day Bill Shankly died

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We were singin’ bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin on together til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singin’ “We’re Reds until the day that we die”
“We’re Reds until the day that we die”

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 There’s Rafa with the magic touch
He met the lads down in the pub
Me Ma me Ma she told me so
Do you believe in pass and move?
Can football save your mortal soul?
Just go and watch Sir Roger’s goals
Well me Dad he saw us beat Milan
And God He cheered us from the stands
Aldo kicked off his football boots
Rushie did those Gwladys street blues
I was a young kid standing in the kop
We thought those times would never stop
But we knew the reds were out of luck
The day Bill Shankly died
We started singin’…

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin’ on together ‘til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singing “We’re Reds until the day that we die”
“We’re Reds until the day that we die”

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Now for 20 years we’ve lost the crown
But one day soon upon this ground
The Champions we will once more be
Dalglish and Hansen graced the team
In boots they borrowed from Paisley
And Digger Barnes he ruled the wings
And while the King was feeling down
The Mancs they stole the Anfield crown
The bitter truth was learned
But my sad heart still yearned
While Keegan played all off the park
And Supermac sits in the dark
We sang to Shanks sweet as larks
The day that football died

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin’ on together ‘til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singing “We’re Reds until the day that we die”
“We’re Reds until the day that we die”

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Helter Skelter that game forever
The Redmen they have never played better
Razor quickly saw a chance and God knows he was class
When Fairclough called for a forward pass
”ALLEZ LES ROUGES” the kopites sang
Now his goal I swear a dream come true
And the final whistle couldn’t too soon
We all got up to chant
When we beat the greens of France
And the players tried to leave the field,
The Spion Kop refused to yield
We’re off to conquer Rome (believe)
The best was yet to be
We started singing

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin’ on together ‘til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singing “We’re Reds until the day that we die”
“We’re Reds until the day that we die”

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 There we were all in one place
A generation come to pray for 96 no time to start again
So come on Reds be nimble, Reds be quick
Saurez score for us hat-tricks
‘Cause truth is Justice’s only friend
As we watched truth die on the stage
Our throats were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell
And as truth fled high into the night
Robed in threads stitched up with lies
We heard satan laughing with delight
the day the football died

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin’ on together ‘til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singing “We’re Reds until the day that we die”
“We’re Reds until the day that we die”

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 We watched a lonely man in football boots
His skills for us such happy news
He made us smile before he raced away
I went down to the sacred place
Where I’d watched the football how it graced
With men like Clemence, Smith and Case
And in the streets we practiced every move
We tried and tried just trying to prove
But not a word was spoken
When the teams I loved were broken
And the three men I admire most
Paisley, Fagan and Shankly’s Ghost
They caught the last bus home to us
The day that football died
They were singin’

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 The nights draw close ‘neath heaven’s skies
And what happened then can’t believe me eyes
3-0 down and the half time curtain falls
The Reds like Lazarus up they rose
The 12th man roars “You’ll Never Walk Alone”
With Gerrard’s, Vlad’s and Alonso’s goals
Well we picked our dreams up off the floor
And AC Milan they failed to score
Extra time then penalties
And Carra’s shattered on his knees
We pray to Shankly “Jesus PLEAASE!”
Istanbul our 5th comes by
As Stevie holds Ol’ Big Ears high
The LiverBird she proudly cried
She was singin’

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Bye bye those great Anfield sides
We’ll be walkin’ on together ‘til the Mersey runs dry
And the Spion Kop will hold their red scarves high
Singin’ “We’re Reds until the day that we die”
“We’re Reds until the day that we die”.

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