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The Anfield Child

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Fathers Mothers Sons and Daughters
Blood on blood forever bound
Stand in The Kop and sing the legends
Who play upon this hallowed ground

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Oh miracles oh glories deeds
Much more than this we ask?
What golden cups can others give?
What more could come to pass?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Through winter’s seasons on and on
Stand we in robes of red
The stars pinned to their dome of night
Are fixed above each head

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 In little streams each river flows
As silver salmon fly
The scent of summer beads the air
Slips down from clouds on high

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A child would dream a million dreams
Walk pavements wet with tears
Watch fragile suns through shadows rise
O’er roads that all lead here

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Upon the hopes that pound the shore
In search, in search of home
The webs of sadness fall as dust
Condemned to silence, as a stone

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Oh heroes here and stories told
The themes are still the same
Pass and Move the Gospels preach
Borne from The Liverpool Way.

Notes

“I was born by the banks of the Mersey
Facin the Irish Sea
It might not look like heaven to you
But its home sweet home to me”

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-anfield-child/