A lone Liverbird flies on the wind
With her majestic, soaring gliding wings,
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of it’s heart.
My soul, one with this Mersey bird of the sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free,
I feel the wind carry my soul
And watch as we score a goal.
The crowd shout in joyful delight
A trophy we shall receive tonight,
The Liverbird’s flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly.