No stars shine forth, the clouds are low,
The moon is nowhere to be seen.
The crowd has nowhere else to go,
But fidgets, fidgets on the green.
Binoculars peruse the skies,
Necks craned back in contemplation,
But only blackness meets their eyes,
Heightening their trepidation.
Then suddenly a single light
Illuminates the empty sky,
Exploding loudly in the night,
Drawing the observer’s eye.
Then a second, then a third,
Show’ring brightness o’er the land.
Acclamations can be heard,
Paradise is now at hand.
Reds and blues and whites and greens,
Light the firmament with glee,
Provoking many happy scenes
For the watching devotee.
At last! The long awaited show
Sings its marvellous refrain –
Here we go, boys, here we go,
The Eircom League is back again.