Miracles for Feet
¶ 1
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The Red shirts packed with magic
And they grew miracles for feet
The angels gave them wings to fly
Through wind and rain and sleet
¶ 2
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The Kop would roar the names with pride
And songs composed we’d sing
And worship Anfield’s heroes
At the glory they would bring
¶ 3
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The hallway glowed with trophies
Drink the wine and ate the bread
Reports in Saturday’s pink echo
Each word relived and read
¶ 4
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A King for once forever
Shook the Mersey up with pride
Laid to rest the ghosts of Shankly
Where immortals walk beside
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So many names upon the wall
The flame eternal burns
Tho’ history teaches each of us
Will each of us still learn?
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