The Pool Of Life

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 God bless our lads who brought us glory
God bless our banners all in red
God bless the faithful those who gather
Those still with us, those long dead
Sweet vale of Anfield hallowed halls
Keep in they bosom pilgrims safe
Through wind and rain beneath your skies
Though all the storms of life none strayed

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Shanks he watches down from heaven
Joined either side by Bob and Joe
His proud heart with the town he so loved
And whispers “You’ll Never Walk Alone”
Before the great man came down to us
Our years were barren without fruit
Except for one almighty exception
The Legend Billy Liddellpool

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 William Liddell, the man’s a hero
His like we’ll never see again
No prouder men pulled on the red shirt
No better man in football played
Sir Roger Hunt his very name
Immortal shrine to scoring goals
The Kop would roar him on through games
For only they could match his soul

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Stevie Heighway fast as sin
No charm or chain could hold him back
His boots sang out with tireless freedom
Those surging runs fed each attack
The Anfield Iron he took no prisoners
The opposition lambs to slaughter
He plied his trade with steel commitment
And he turned wine straight back to water!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Thommo stole his legs from a seagull
No prouder Captain a Kopite Red
He won no prizes for his beauty
But there’s a Liverbird upon his chest
Kevin Keegan Shankly’s pride
In number 7 a star was found
Say what you like about him since
But in the red he didn’t let us down

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Fairclough sent us up to heaven
When he latched onto Razor’s smart cross
Shot straight through the heart of St Etienne
A place in the final the cost
Mighty Mouse in his Liverpool finale
Played just like The Holy Ghost
3 places at once across the pitch
Whilst Joey munched on Gladbach toast

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Our dreams that night they came alive
And we bathed in the glory of Rome
And we drank our town dry with a passion
When our lads brought the glory back home
And then the arrival of the best ever Redman
From the pride of the Celtic he came
His reign is the one we all treasure
I don’t need to tell you DALGLISH is his name

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The Crown of Anfield worn with honour
To find a worthy heir the task is tall
No better man than he adorned it
So few chosen from the many called
The first treble in 84 with Joe Fagan
His big red heart was bursting with pride
But the pain that was Heysel would not heal
And the great man soon after chose to retire

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 So Dalglish was offered the mantle
The King the best man for the job
And when we landed the prize of The Double
Our prayers had then been answered by God
Digger Barnes now he was royalty
The grass it grew just to touch his boots
The Angels asked: “Who makes his wings?”
And Gabriel pleaded: “Can I have a pair too?”

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Rushie played just like a genie
Wish for goals he’d fill his boots
The King supplied his ammunition
And like Wyatt Earp he never failed to shoot
By God our Ian he was dangerous
Every time he bagged the ball
You’d find the opposition down on their knees
Hopelessly praying he wouldn’t score

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Robbie Fowler sprinkled goal dust
From his guns the sparks would fly
Made mistakes but even immortals
When the magic’s over say goodbye
Sami Hyypia a blonde colossus
Builds a wall across the back
And with Henchoz like Smith & Wesson
They would snuff out each attack

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Murphy at home in the midfield
Worked just like a ship’s engine room
And when Didi stokes his boots for the action
They all run when they hear his cannons boom
Steve G with our 10 Michael Owen
Reds adding fuel to the great Anfield Lore
Tasted glory with the UEFA in Dortmund
Such nights as these are all Redman born

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 The Glorious Treble in 2001
Made us dream sweet dreams once more
And our double over the pride of Salford
Had their fans all wiped out on the floor
Riise sweats with his blood ever willing
His passion plain for all to see
Heskey now sold on but Baros may find
With Harry Kewell the missing key

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 The title still painfully elusive,
Our promise went South after rockin’
Shanks said: “If you’re first you’re first
If you’re second I’m afraid that you’re nothing”
I think of me Dad as he watches from heaven
As our challenge once more just fell through
At times we’re as fools for the dreaming
But there’s nought worse than dreaming fools

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Now Rafa takes the helm and steers us
Plots the course through oceans deep
The weight of history on his shoulders
Will Cisse’s boots our legacy keep?
The Spanish Boys sail into harbour
Beneath the red flags flying high
A season’s dreaming hopes and wishes
Christ all we ask is each man tries

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 For once more we all pray to Our Saviour
And wait with patience for the glorious day
Pass and move still the Liverpool Gospel
Because for us there is no other way
So Shankly there close to his maker
Says to the Lord: “Are you proud of us?”
God smiles as He looks around Anfield
Says: “Shanks my old son I’m made up!”


ParryMaguire (2004)

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-pool-of-life-2/