Dream Of Celtic
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There’s a place in my heart that will never grow old
Or be withered by time but remains in my soul
There’s a grand place of heaven it’s true paradise
Where the bhoys wear the jersey of the proud green and white
¶ 2
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There’s a dream of the emeralds whose passion won’t die
Where wonderful football is played every time
And the legends that gave us the strongest of faith
Meet up with their disciples at Parkhead to pray
¶ 3
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Larsson our number seven keeps scoring his goals
Just like The Christ handed out fishes and loaves
John Hartson reborn in the hands of O’Neill
Packs his boots with Welsh fire when he takes to the field.
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