Football Poets

The Spirit Of Liverpool

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s the club that we love from the cradle to the grave
The finest came to us their memories remain
They played on a pitch built with God’s own hands
Whilst the faithful kept watch the proud Kopites stand
With our songs for the redmen tales of their deeds
All forged from the fires of Bill Shankly’s Dream
Anfield our church takes communion each week
Benediction is given from Cisse’s flying feet

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In heaven the Angels are wrapped up in the red
As they gather to watch o’er our chosen men
Now the Good Lord He gave us two great sides here
Liverpool Fc and Liverpool Fc Reserves
I was brought as a child and baptised in the red sea
And the faith of my father was passed on to me
18 League titles and 4 European Cups
And Houllier’s Treble in 2001

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Heighway and Keegan would’ve graced any team
And the King Kenny Dalglish the best that there’s been
In ’65 Ian St John taught Herrera’s Milan
Along with Cally and Sir Roger a football lesson
The phoenix that rose from the red Anfield flame
Brought us glory and honour Bill Shankly his name
I’ll wear the red jersey ’til the day that I die
The LiverBird on my chest our proud birthright

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 There’s kids with their Dads proud in their Liverpool scarves
Can you name me a club that is more loved than ours
It’s not about fashion or money for money can’t buy
This friendship and loyalty and passion and pride
96 of our family in heaven watch from above
And we send them our prayers and our hopes and our love
For their passion lives on for this grand old place
Redmen playing football The Liverpool Way

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 For it’s there in your blood and it’s there in your soul
It’s there in the joy of a reds winning goal
It’s written on our banners and sung in our songs
And with every red hero whose legend shines on
It’s there in Stevie G each time that he shoots
In those free kicks in his red boots
It’s there in our anthem You’ll Never Walk Alone
It’s there in the footsteps along the Walton Breck Road

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 There’s none with our history no others can match
The legacy of Bob Paisley the great sides built by Shanks
The Treble of Fagan’s (he’s still not a knight)
These days their tuppence but it still isn’t right
Scouse is our birthright our flag and our faith
Scouse is our language there’s no other way
It speaks with an accent they know from Cardiff to Rome
It speaks with an accent that tells us we’re home.

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