Eternal
¶ 1
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Upon the old Spion Kop where I stand
The place where I have witnessed glories so grand,
Now filled to the brim with scarfs and flowers
As people pay their respects during these long hours.
¶ 2
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Scarfs tied around Brucie’s goal posts
Towering above roams Shankly’s ghost,
Weeping red tears for the fans that didn’t come home
Dreams we remember tossed and blown.
¶ 3
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So on the 15th April at 3:06 every year
We remember those lost and shed a tear,
Then we look up to the golden sky
And see our Liverbird soaring high.
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