Gift of the Liverbird
¶ 1
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A lone Liverbird flies on the wind
With her majestic, soaring gliding wings,
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of it’s heart.
¶ 2
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My soul, one with this Mersey bird of the sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free,
I feel the wind carry my soul
And watch as we score a goal.
¶ 3
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The crowd shout in joyful delight
A trophy we shall receive tonight,
The Liverbird’s flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly.
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