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Kopite Kid

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Oh blessed grass of Anfield
I knew my soul you’d thieve
With those mazy runs of Heighway
To the goals of Stevie G

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 My childhood given gladly
A Kopite kid was I
And just rewards when Keegan scored
And cups held to the sky

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 What passion, love and truth
Found homes within my heart
When Dalglish, Barnes and Aldo
Played out on Anfield’s park

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 What songs that came as prayers
And saints robed in the red
Legends told of Shankly’s lads
When I was tucked up warm in bed

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The years of pleasure precious still
Though faithless you may be
I gladly give you everything
And ask nothing back for me.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/kopite-kid/