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The Glorious Spirit of Istanbul

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Me Grandad he had ’65
Me Dad had ’77
Now I’ve the Bul 2005
Me European heaven

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I’ve gathered with the Redmen
Besides the shores of heaven’s seas
And I looked across those golden sands
Where me Father waved at me

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The banners of the past unfurled
O’er a pitch of emerald green
The terrace Red and 96
Where singing there again

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We spoke of Billy Liddell
As he’s lacin’ up his boots
I said “Did you meet Shankly?”
Just as Emlyn turned to shoot

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Me Father just a lad he was
Not broken by the years
Me Grandad like a hardnosed kid
His suffering disappeared

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 39 in Black and White
Let friendship take its place
Forgiveness heals the pain that’s etched
On every heart and face

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The mists of time they melt away
“Great day to be alive”
We’re on our way to glory boys
With Rafa as our guide

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Garcia gave us songs to sing
And Sami he was sound
Carra Christ he lives our dream
And Stevie made us proud

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Dudek like a dancing flame
Hamann like a rock
Cisse screamed to play the game
And give us all he’s got

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 “Gerd” Mellor yes he played a part
And Flo we won’t forget
The LiverBird she knows the names
Of those who wear her upon the chest

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 We’re called from far to follow Reds
This journey of the heart
The lucky few who roam the earth
And grace her football parks

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 That special night in Istanbul
Maldini like a Prince
But his heart was just a battlezone
His legs all turned to bits

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 The Rossoneri gave their all
But God’s shirt it was red
Whilst Moses grinned “Now that Red Sea
Is Liverpool born and bred!”

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 The Redmen they were bloody class
As they rolled back that heavy stone
The burden of the past that weighed
Upon our Anfield throne

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 We stood in faith we knew the tale
Ancelotti worn to the bone
“LA BELLE ROUGES SANS MERCI” Lads
YOU’LL NEVER WALK ALONE.

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Notes

proud.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-glorious-spirit-of-istanbul/