1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Upon the old Spion Kop where I stand
The place where I have witnessed glories so grand,
Now filled to the brim with scarfs and flowers
As people pay their respects during these long hours.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Scarfs tied around Brucie’s goal posts
Towering above roams Shankly’s ghost,
Weeping red tears for the fans that didn’t come home
Dreams we remember tossed and blown.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So on the 15th April at 3:06 every year
We remember those lost and shed a tear,
Then we look up to the golden sky
And see our Liverbird soaring high.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/eternal/