Shankly’s Ghost

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The summer’s yawn will soon be over
Friendlies played and Champions League
New shirts bought and blown my money
Hopes spring eternal every week

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The dreams that spiral down from heaven
Wrapped in names we love to sing
A glowing badge sweet silver lark
A million prayers upon your wings

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The LiverBird pulls on its red shirt
RING OF FIRE the anthem rings
Tho’ Istanbul is now a memory
Oh what joy that memory brings

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Come on you Redmen know your history
This blessed place we hold so dear
For all around the fields of Anfield
The ghost of Shankly walks on here.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/shanklys-ghost-3/