Football Poets

Fine dreams of Heaven (A Liverpool Child)

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In the friendship and warmth of God’s eyes
In the word that forever holds true
There were cheers from St Paul and St Peter
When King Kenny pulled on his boots
Roy Evans stepped out from the bootroom
And then saw his dreams all subside
But it still hurt my heart when he left
For it wasn’t “Au Revoir” but “Goodbye”

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Robbie Fowler was God to the kopites
But even our God could be sold
But the fabulous goals that he gave us
Where a joy and a pleasure to behold
SteG with a tireless ambition
Speaks honestly of champion’s league
And the prize of the premiership crown
Still the measure of his dearest dreams

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 For sure there’s just one Michael Owen
Quickly amassing his goals
And his tally like the tides ever rising
His boots made from the best Anfield gold
Gerard Houllier has already bitten
His fingernails down to the bone
And the glorious treble he brought us
Ensures that he’ll never walk alone

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So stand here and join with the family
Add your voice to the noise of the crowd
For the boys in the red are forever
And forever they will do us proud
The dream that was true of Bill Shankly
Begins once again to take form
Each time our lads with commitment
Pass and move then find space with the ball

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 All the gold you wish there in your pockets
And wild dreams of fortune and fame
Won’t lend your heart the longing for passion
Or give it the spark of this flame
You’ll not want for the lure of the money
Or your name in the neon of lights
When you’ve fed upon Liverpool days
And feasted on great Anfield nights

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The dreaming of peace that is heaven
An elegant pause in the light
A bright shining star in the silence
That burns in the dead of the night
A voice then but quietly whispers
And comforts my doubts and my fears
Takes me back down the old road to childhood
And wipes away all the sadness and tears

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 He tells of the heroes of Anfield
And I listen and never grow bored
From the deeds of Elisha to Clem
From Liddell and Cormack and Hall
Great Reds who once brought us the glory
Their times paved with legends of yore
And the beautiful football they gave us
Just left us all begging for more

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The guide holds my hand gives me strength
But the face in the shadows as yet I can’t see
Yet this stranger I know I can trust
And my father then waves back to me
There’s Bob in his cardie and slippers
Chatting footy with a young Bobby Moore
Whilst Uncle Joe nips out for a ciggie
And smiles at the memory of ‘84

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 There’s a form taking shape in the distance
And my heart beats a hundred to one
And I yearn just to speak to my hero
But the words that I want they won’t come
And I trip up on my tongue that’s in knots
As words fall to the stones of the street
He says “There’s a place in the town of Liverpool
Where those of the one true faith meet”

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Then the skies fused with almighty thunder
And from lightning the truth did reveal
A bright burning vision before me
“Christ this cannot be real!”
Heaven is not in the silence of bricks
Or caught in the lustre of gold
It is cannot be found in the greed
That burdens the world-weary soul

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Heaven is not in the wounds from a sword
Does not rise from the smoke of the gun
It is not in the chains of our ignorance
That binds up the rights of each man
It does not hide in the mists of the clouds
Or slip like a fist into a glove
It’s borne on the lips of the truth
Speaking those sweet words of love

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 It doesn’t twist the wisdom of reason
Nor harbour revenge in its prayer
But speaks out for freedom and justice
And its gifts always eager to share
It was there in the fishes and loaves
It was there in the water and wine
It was there on the cruel cross of Calvary
It is changeless and constant as time

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 It is brave and will always be patient
It will bend but it never will break
It’s a lamp that shines out in the darkness
Never tiring of showing the way
From the hope of the Mathew Street pilgrims
Takes us all down to Strawberry Fields
Slips through a Cracke in the page of our history
That on the list is our #9 dream

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 James Cagney calls Bogart across
“Do you know anyone tougher than me?”
Bogart smiles, points to Shankly and says:
“That guy’s the toughest that there’s ever been!”
For heaven is borne of the truth
And it breathes with the passion of love
Finds a home in the heart of disciples
Its altar? Our Liverpool Club…

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004

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