Strawberry Fields and Walrus dreams
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Strawberry Fields and Walrus dreams
And Shankly spoke of Billy Dean
And Dalglish reigned our Anfield King
And life was sweet, or so it seemed…
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Christ we know that troubles breed
But seeds of love must yet redeem
And bring us home to set us free,
Sir Billy Liddell stole the scene
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And played the ball from every wing
And Barnes he knew the dignity
Pass and move the endless rhythm
Of that crystal reddened sea
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Bob Paisley quiet he didn’t boast
(is his Knighthood still lost in the post?)
Liverpool 8 exploded into fire
But colours merged not black v white
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The papers should learn to read then write
The Echo marched with reds to Rome
The ferries packed the trains are broke
The silence thick then til someone spoke
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He sounded like my Father’s Ghost
Lennon’s words I read the most
And Lydons verbs I trusted too
He prowled the streets of me and you.
¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 (c) sharon marshall 20th january 2004
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