Kopite Kid
¶ 1
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Oh blessed grass of Anfield
I knew my soul you’d thieve
With those mazy runs of Heighway
To the goals of Stevie G
¶ 2
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My childhood given gladly
A Kopite kid was I
And just rewards when Keegan scored
And cups held to the sky
¶ 3
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What passion, love and truth
Found homes within my heart
When Dalglish, Barnes and Aldo
Played out on Anfield’s park
¶ 4
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What songs that came as prayers
And saints robed in the red
Legends told of Shankly’s lads
When I was tucked up warm in bed
¶ 5
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The years of pleasure precious still
Though faithless you may be
I gladly give you everything
And ask nothing back for me.
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