“Home From Home”
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Right now I’m full of sadness
At the Adolf-Jager football ground
Not sure if this is my last visit
Soon it won’t be around.
A new home will be built
But new stadiums are never the same
Gone will be the ghosts that stood on the terraces past
Altona 93 will continue
But the loss of your spiritual home is vast.
I’ve seen it at The Hamlet
When we lost the old Champion Hill
The new place was essential
But demolition was a bitter pill.
Tonight I am in Hamburg
Where we played in 1925
Each time I come here it’s a pilgrimage
As if Edgar Kail were still alive.
On my travels I’ve soft spots for many
Dulwich Hamlet are the ones I love
But Altona 93 runs that close
When push comes to a shove.
If Dulwich is my lifelong partner
Then Altona’s my bit on the side for sure
Which is when I have the money
I want to come back for more.
Maybe not at the Adolf-Jager-Kampfbahn
Which has become my second spiritual home
Even if I travel here on my Jacks
I know I’m never alone.
Not sure when I will return
Circumstances are making me poor
But whether it’s the new ground or the old one
I will be back for more.
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