Anfield is alluring
The ballad of sundown so sweet,
The spirits softly closing in
How rapid your heart does beat.
Anfield is charming
I love to rest and hear,
The tender calling of quietness
For I have nothing to fear.
Anfield is delightful
And my champion it shall be,
For in the faint glow of the moon
Is twilight’s allurement for all to see.
Anfield is graceful
Without it, I am lost
Occasionally I wish matches would never end
No matter what the cost.
Anfield is elegant
It makes me alive and whole,
And I wonder into the blackened sky,
Which is the darkened reflection of my soul.