From the valley of dreams to the valley of death,
In five short years of joy and pain,
The club I love has no more breath,
Will it die, or live again.
I wonder what, why, when and who,
Of how it’s come to this,
One hundred years is far too few,
One more day, to the abyss.
God can move a mountain,
God can hold the sun,
Divine help may be our gain,
So come on God, come on son.
The apathy, the lack of will,
Will no one have the answer til,
It’s too late and we’ve expired.
So if it ends the way it seems,
Nothing will ever be the same,
If it goes as what fate deems,
We all must share the blame
No epitaph can redeem this strife,
For fans of our great club,
To lose you soul, your heart, your life.
For Sat’days in the pub.