Football Poets

Back On Our Perch

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 From the city of sailors and dreamers of dreams
We have marvellous stories rolling in off the sea
I thought I’d seen everything Anfield to Rome
Welcomed the world to our Liverpool home
Saw Sir Bob Paisley build his mighty red sides
From the phoenix of Shankly a magnificent sight
King Kenny’s grand lads their names up in lights
But nowt shook me up like that Istanbul night

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 There’s games built for stamina games built for speed
Games that leave everyone down on their knees
There’s games from the backstreets that hoof up the ball
And then there are games that just leave you enthralled
Rafa was bospherus Milan they was slain
And football that night was a whole different game
Then Klopp he arrived with a smile a wide mile
He gave us new swagger Scouse gegenpress style

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He built us a team and belief it would grow
With the pink boots of Bobby and the bold heart of Mo
Aye Barca they thought “Auld Big Ears is mine!”
But TAA turned a corner into finest red wine
Through the blood of the redmen pounds a feverous heart
Came the songs of the kopites pouring down to the park
The maelstrom of noise woke the Shanks from his plinth
And the great man he roared “welcome to heaven again!”

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Our glorious tales told in banners and flags
Cardiff and Dortmund, we sang, and we danced
Respect for our history but don’t live in the past
30 long years has well taught us that!
The Kop is a thunderous animal lad
Just ask Fat Frank Lampard he’s still wettin’ his pants!
The finest have come here bewitched by the Kop
Then limped off the pitch with their hearts in their socks

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So, the legend continues and new songs are heard
For a young man who pulled on the proud Preston shirt
He spoke of Napoleon and built us a team
What a vison it was, Bill Shankly’ s Dream
He had no excuses when you’re first you are first
And you played with your heart a hunger and thirst
In a world full of con-artists, fake-news and spin
Cash can’t buy glory can’t even begin

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We live for these moments we treasure these times
And they glow with a fire in this auld heart of mine
It’s a club that’s so special it goes beyond words
But “Liverpool FC” were the first ones I learned
30 long years to the Lord I have prayed
“Let me see Liverpool league champions just once again”
So, here’s to the years of the famine and feasts
To loved ones absent, again we will meet

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 To the ghost of my childhood, and the father I loved
Our umbilical cord, this grand football club
Oh, what adventures these redmen bequeathed
This what we live for, what more do we need?
For you can keep all your gold and the wealth of the earth
For it’s boss aye it’s sound to be back on our perch!

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