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The Child of Anfield

P Maguire

Saturday, August 21st, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Fathers Mothers sons and daughters
Blood on blood forever bound
Stand on the kop and sing the legends
Who play upon this hallowed ground

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Oh miracles such golden deeds
Much more than this we ask?
What precious gold can others give?
What more could come to pass?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Through winter’s seasons on and on
Stand we in robes of red
The stars pinned to their dome of night
Are fixed above each head

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 In little streams each river flows
As silver salmon fly
The scent of summer beads the air
Slips down from clouds on high

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A child would dream a million dreams
Tramp pavements wet with tears
Watch fragile suns through shadows rise
And still all roads lead here

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Upon the hopes that pound the shore
In search, in search of home
The webs of sadness fall as dust
Condemned to silence, as a stone

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Oh heroes here and stories told
The themes are still the same
Pass and move the Gospels preach
Borne from the Liverpool Way.

Notes

ParryMaguire (2004)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-child-of-anfield-2/