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The Echoes of Childhood

P Maguire

Sunday, March 3rd, 2013

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 From the echoes of childhood those songs sing to me
The pitches of tarmac whose stones cut my knees
The wind and the rain would never deter
And the mud that stuck to me clung fast to my shirt
I would turn to my heroes and smile at the thought
Dalglish sure an angel his likeness long sought
The winds may sing freedom their songs fill the air
But none fill my heart like the town of my birth

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 There’s a time said for laughter a time for the tears
A time for the judgement and then for the peace
We may roam from our past but the memories remain
And they call us back home at the start of each game
We can grow us new wings we can take to the skies
We can find us a love with the deep soulful eyes
Of the summer’s long gone and the winter’s to be
There’s none that I love there’s no other for me

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In the prism of hope in the womb of a prayer
In the dawn of a wish in the hope of a word
Should I draw down the sun should I climb to the moon?
Should I dance around stars like a Scouse Molly Bloom?
I have withstood the storm of the lies that deceived
Been tempted submitted then torn myself free
Oh the riches on offer all the jewels from the sea
None shine like dear Anfield, none more precious to me.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-echoes-of-childhood-3/