Bill Shankly’s Dream
¶ 1
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There is nothing quite like it
There is nothing so good
There is nothing that pours
With a fire in your blood
¶ 2
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You will be for the dreamin
As you take to the red
And your heat is a fever
Think St Etienne
¶ 3
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You’ll witness the glories
You’ll shed of the tears
And you’ll stand with your family
For days months and years
¶ 4
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You’ll roar for the redmen
With your mates on The Kop
And once you start to go there
You’ll never want to stop
¶ 5
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Your Dad tells you stories
Of heroes and legends
Sweet the reign of Dalglish
Our greatest of redmen
¶ 6
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And you’ll join in the songs
And the chants and the cheers
And your voice pounds the stars
With its hopes and its fears
¶ 7
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And you’ll think of the legacy
That made all this you see
And we’ll drink from the cup that is
Bill Shankly’s Dream.
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