Within the terraces of Everton
Along Goodison Road
Lived a family touched by tragedy
Silently they walked alone.
Now I wasn’t there to witness
The sadness that occurred
But my Nan you see, she passed on her stories
Of her misery and despair.
For her mother passed away
When Nan was 17 years old
Leaving her to look after
The family that wouldn’t fold.
Until one day the Children
Flew the family nest
And Nan did meet a wonderful man
Who simply was the best.
But with a cruel twist of fate
It was not to be
And Nan was left widowed
With her own little family.
Times were tough and Nan found work
In the strangest of places
Dishing out Everton mints at Goodison Park
To all the regular faces.
There was a man she got to know
Joe was his name
He’d cheekily demand more toffee’s in the front row
Before the football game.
He made Nan laugh
And one day he courageously asked her on a date
Nan did agree and not long after
Together they sealed their fate.
My mum then came along
To add to their joy
And when Everton played at home
Mum and Grandad would watch the boys.
So football brought my family together
But sadly Grandad has since passed away
Leaving memories that we are left to treasure
Of watching Everton every Saturday.