Football Poets

The Ballad Of A Liverpool Childhood

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Beneath the sky a thousand stars
All shining like the sun
I rubbed my eyes but there they stood
Heroes every one

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The skies of heaven opened up
The Angels all so grand
They called me hither and so I stepped
Onto that hallowed ground

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 From Walton Breck down Anfield Road
Their numbers grew and grew
Outside the Kemlyn stood a man
His face well loved I knew

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 From near and far the pilgrims came
Their flag’s all flying free
Their joyful songs filled up the air
Along the roads they streamed

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Beneath the gates we walked on through
The blue skies fused with red
My heart beat fast my soul was thrilled
The sights with love they led

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 My dreams born on the breath of God
I prayed He’d hear each one
With silver kites they rose on high
Shone brightly then were gone

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Just like a ship tossed on the waves
Her search for land in vain
Her anchors have no resting place
Put out to sea again

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 So I have wandered in my dreams
And found myself alone
A million faces passed before
But none could guide me home

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Until a voice spoke in my ear
Whispered mysteriously
“Let fears subside and take the road
Go where your heart will lead”

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 The stranger’s tones were new to me
But I was not afraid
For faith is not for what I know
But what is yet unseen

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 And then the heroes of our glories
Shadows gone the hearts remain
And to your deeds we lift our voices
And fill the skies with hallowed names

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Yea from earth’s rivers, rocks and stones
Far from all lost loves of home I dream
To none of these my heart is leaning
But yearns for Anfield, Throne of Kings

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 To Billy Liddell flying Scot
His boots and laces shone like gold
God’s finest Angels gave him wings
For football played with heart and soul

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 Sir Matt a legend for Man U
A football genius
But long before he forged their dreams
A star he was for us

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 I fear no man, no blade, no reason
I fear no evil for the light
Will shine out strong from death’s dark prison
Whence Anfield’s verge I walk beside

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 A man he stepped onto the park
His face and form familiar loved
He opened up his arms and then
With warmth he beckoned all

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 Then from the shores of distant lands
Came Reds both young and old
Their weary hearts had need to rest
And come in from the cold

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 Once more to see their greatest heroes
Oh once more to roar them on
Liddell, Yeats, Cally, Keegan
Lawler, Hall, St John

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 By faith all known none strangers here
And take their rightful place
Fathers, Mothers, Daughters, Sons
They love this grand old place

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 I see again Sir Roger’s goals
The years just melt away
A man whose legend burns so strong
Guides all to The Liverpool Way

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 Strong and bold our chosen sons
Our tears and joy they share
And tireless on the Anfield turf
Our hearts are with them there

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 The summer colours robed me up
Then day gave in to night
The silent shadows grew and spread
But none could shield this wondrous sight

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 I passed between the memories
My footsteps silent as a ghost
In God’s clear eyes all men are free
For choice we crave the most

¶ 24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 The choice to choose our way in life
The choice to choose the road
The choice I made to follow Liverpool
And never walk alone

¶ 25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 The boxer’s heart of mighty mouse
That sweet right foot of Rush
The faith rewarded in Dalglish
Brought glory home for us

¶ 26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 Big Sami’s mould has been well broken
And Shankly purrs with pride
For men who play with such commitment
Would have a place in the great man’s side

¶ 27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 The burning boots of Stevie G
Borne his journey boy to man
Whilst Michael Owen’s lightning heels
Make him the finest number 10

¶ 28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 Harry Kewell has much to prove
He wears our number 7
And time will tell if such a spell
Can magic us to heaven

¶ 29 Leave a comment on verse 29 0 Upon the terrace proud once more
All Kopites stand beside
For those who choose to worship here
Will find eternal life

¶ 30 Leave a comment on verse 30 0 They sing the songs of past and present
Dortmund Cardiff Rome
And look to Gerry in his red scarf
To bring their dreams all home

¶ 31 Leave a comment on verse 31 0 Come back the times of title glories
Made Kings of each and all
Where those who gathered stood beside
To rise, and never fall

¶ 32 Leave a comment on verse 32 0 Come back the times relive again
But never really left
A father’s hand and words of love
To soothe a child’s lament…

¶ 33 Leave a comment on verse 33 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004