You'll Never Walk Alone

You'll Never Walk Alone
When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown..
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
You'll never walk alone.

Scouser Tommy

Let me tell you the story of a poor boy,
Who was sent far away from his home,
To fight for his king and his country,
And also the old folks back home
So they put him in a higher division,
Sent him off to a far foreign land,
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands,
And there's nothing to see but the sand.
Now the battle it started next morning,
Under the radiant sun,
I remember our poor Scouser Tommy,
He was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying,
With the blood gushing out of his head (out of his head)
As he lay on the battlefield die-die-dying,
These were the last words he said:
Ohhhhh, I am a Liverpudlian,
and I come from the Spion Kop,
I like to sing, I like to chant,
I go there quite a lot.
Support a team, that plays in red,
A team that we all know,
A team that we call *Liverpool*,
To glory we will go.
We won the league, we won the cup,
We've been to Europe too,
We played the Toffees for a laugh,
And left them feeling blue (5-0)
1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, 5-0!
Rush scored one,
Rush scored two,
Rush scored three,
And Rush scored four ...


A Liverbird Upon My Chest

Here's a song about a football team
The greatest team you've ever seen
A team that play total Football
They've won the league, Europe and all.
Chorus: A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May
With Kenny Dalglish on the ball
He was the greatest of them all
And Ian Rush, four goals or two
Left Evertonians feeling blue
Now if you go down Goodison Way
Hard luck stories you hear each day
Theres not a trophy to be seen
'Cos Liverpool have swept them clean
Now on the glorious 10th of May
There's laughing reds on Wembley Way
We're full of smiles and joy and glee
It's Everton 1 and Liverpool 3
Now on the 20th of May
We're laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians feeling blue
at Liverpool 3 and Everton 2
And as we sang round Goodison Park
With crying blues all in a nark
They're probably crying still
at Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.
We Remember them with pride
Those mighty reds of Shankly's side
And Kenny's boys of '88
There's never been a side so great.


Liverpool Bill

O Liverpool Bill, you're Our Liverpool Bill
Your name is a legend
Of courage and skill
You gave us the league
All the cups and the thrills
And thats why we love you
Our Liverpool Bill

Anfield will always remember with pride
The Scot who commanded the Liverpool side
As sharp as a razor - his wit and his voice
His love of the game made him
Liverpool's choice

Bill you will will never be walking alone
The kop will be with you away or at home
As long as we breathe we'll remember you still
O thank you forever, Our Liverpool Bill


Bill Shankly from Glenbuck

It was on a cold December's day
Back in 1959
That man came down from Huddersfield Town
To lead the Anfield line
He bought Yeats from Dundee and St John
And the football world was shook
This man became a legend -
Bill Shankly from Glenbuck

But with Shankly gone we sang 'Walk On'
but feared we'd walk alone
And the search was on to find the one
Who would fill the masters' throne
And the man we found became renowned
Throughout the football game
Three European cups - six championships
Bob Paisley was his name

And when Bob stepped down he left his crown inside his Anfield home
Where Joe Fagan came and brough new fame with a treble won in Rome
Tho' the Heysel year left Joe in Tears
The following year he'd sing
When we won the league and the FA Cup
And Kenny was our King

When he played in red Bob Paisley said
He's the best he's ever seen
and the team he built in 88 ruled the football world supreme
And tho Hillsborough left us all bereft and the kop bedecked in flowers
Kenny proved he truly was our king in Anfield's darkest hour

Now the mantle has passed to a man from France
and Houllier we praise
And we sing 'Walk On' and the kop's in song
As we savour glory days
Days of ball-to-feet, days of victory sweet
Days of passion, guile and fire
Its the legacy of a man so great -
Bill Shankly from Ayrshire

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