Shankly’s Ghost
¶ 1
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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