Sir Bob Paisley

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He came to us in ’39
A new star in the night
And even Adolf’s fighting hordes
Could not put out his light
His heart was carved from Durham earth
His tackles from its iron
And once or twice he’d score a goal
But nothing fancy mind

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And then his boots were put aside
But better days to be
And there behind immortal Shanks
He’d plot our victories
Then came the time in ’74
Shanks chose to take his bow
The bootroom days and Anfield nights
Had taken such a toll

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 His like we wouldn’t see again
But blessed with iron will
Bob took up the reins and how
He made us greater still
He led us to the glory land
And that became our home
From the seeds and fields of Anfield
We went and conquered Rome

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 No Knighthood for this humble man
A flat cap for his crown
His words so quiet but not his deeds
And by our deeds we’re known
Greatness is a crown of thorns
And lesser men its glory claimed
But greatness here once chose a form
And took Bob Paisley as its name.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sir-bob-paisley/