This Is Anfield (remix)
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The first league game in 1893
Proud men “The Macs” for all to see
The Celtic mine would provide much gold
From Billy Liddellpool to the Immortal Shankly Soul
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This patch of land would one day bring
The greatest of all redmen’s deeds
Truth and Wisdom, Glory too
Because of a row with the club in blue
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Hansen, Souness, Dalglish and St John
The list of names goes on and on
From Shankly’s hands the stone was carved
The passion from his noble heart
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The wineskins changed but not the wine
The blood as red grew rich with time
18 league titles, 4 European Cups
Across the years our lads won for us
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Redmen dream as Redmen do
So add 3 UEFA Cups and 6 FA Cups too
The flags and banners all down the years
They flew with pride and dried our tears
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Sadness wept Hillsborough 1989
Friends and loved ones taken in their prime
15TH April 96 names
And Justice hides her face with shame
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The famous Kop in 1994
Was sadly pulled down to the floor
All-seater stadia now deemed wise
But it came too late for those who lost their lives
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The glory days how well they call
Friends all gather, Kopites all
The battle cry, the trumpets sound
Familiar faces all around
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Our precious harvest carefully sewn
Beloved reds and some home grown
From Lawler and Cally to Owen and Gerrard
Kings whose thrones sit in our hearts
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Bill, Bob and Joe still close beside
The pride and soul of Merseyside
From heaven’s bench they watch each game
On Anfield’s turf their hearts remain
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The loved red shirt so proudly worn
Great days and nights has carried forth
The Liver bird upon each chest
No prouder place for her to rest
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The songs sing out, the goals they flow
The Angels cheer for well they know
The Reds of faith none walk alone
They’re guided home by Shankly’s Ghost…
¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004
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