The American Celt

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 My father, he said, we were moving away
To make our home in the U S of A,
I cried in my sleep and I cried in my dreams
No more would I see the bhoys in emerald green.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I travelled to Parkhead for the very last time
Saw goals that were scored by a hero of mine,
No more would I see the skills of Joe McBride,
For New York’s, not home, to the Hoops of green & white.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I said goodbye to Glasgow, the home of my heart
Said farewell with sadness to old Celtic Park,
I said goodbye to friends, we shared a tear and a laugh
As I started my journey, wearing my green & white scarf.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 On the sidewalks of New York, I would wander,
Through Broadway and onto Times Square,
Whistling to myself, old familiar Celtic tunes,
Wishing I was back at Parkhead every Saturday afternoon.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 On the weekends I would travel to the Dublin House pub
Tell stories; sing songs, of the Celtic Football Club,
With the Irish Americans and the Glasgow exiles
We would talk of the Celtic with tears in our eyes.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 It has been 39 years since I left Glasgow Town
I married a girl, who hailed from County Down,
I wander around Kearny in my green & white strip,
My passion’s still strong for the famous Glasgow Celtic.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-american-celt/