YNWA When you walk through a stormHold your head up high And don't be afraid of the dark At the end of the storm Is a golden sky And the sweet silver song of a lark Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown Walk on, walk on With hope in your heart And 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 the storm Is a golden sky And the sweet silver song of a lark Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown Walk on, walk on With hope in your heart And you'll never walk alone You'll never walk alone Poor Scouser Tommy Let me tell you the story of a poor boy To fight for his king and his country And also the old folks back home So they put him in a Highland 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 sands In a battle that started next morning Under a Libyan sun I remember that poor Scouser Tommy Who was shot by an old Nazi gun As he lay on the battle field dying With the blood rushing out of his head (of his head) As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying) These were the last words he said... Oh...I am a Liverpudlian I come from the Spion Kop I like to sing, I like to shout I get thrown out quite a lot (every week) We support the team that plays in red A team that we all know A team that we call Liverpool And to glory we will go We've won the League, we've won the Cup We've been to Europe too We played the Toffees for a laugh And we left them feeling blue - Five Nil ! One two One two three One two three four Five nil ! Rush scored one Rush scored two Rush scored three And Rush scored four! Fields of Anfield Road Outside the Shankly Gates Shankly they have taken you away But you left a great eleven Before you went to heaven And the red men are still playing the same way All round the Fields of Anfield Road Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could play) We had Heighway on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road Outside the Paisley Gates I heard a Kopite calling Paisley they have taken you away.. You led the great 11 Back in Rome in 77 And the redmen they are still playing the same way All round the Fields of Anfield Road Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could play) We had Heighway on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road. You'll Never Walk Alone When you walk through a storm, 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....... 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. A Liverbird Upon My Chest Here's a song about a football team 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 There's not a trophy to be seen 'Cos Liverpool have swept them clean Chorus 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 Chorus Now on the 20th of May We're laughing still on Wembley Way Those Evertonians feeling blue at Liverpool 3 and Everton 2 Chorus And as we sang round Goodison Park With crying blues all in a nark They're probably crying still at Liverpool 5 and Everton 0 Chorus 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 Chorus Now back in 1965 When great Bill Shankly was alive We're playing Leeds, the score's 1-1 When it fell to the head of Ian St John Chorus On April 15th '89 What should have been a joyous time Ninety-six friends, we all shall miss And all the Kopites want justice JUSTICE! Chorus The reds are coming up the hill The reds are coming up the hill boys, They all laugh at us They all mock at us They all say our days are numbered. Born to be a Scouse Victorious are we, If you wanna win a cup Then you'd better hurry up Cos we're Liverpool FC O come all ye faithful O come all ye faithful, O come ye, O come ye to Anfield Come and behold them They're the Kings of Europe O come let us adore them O come let us adore them O come let us adore them L I V E R P O O L! To the tune of London Bridge London Bridge is falling down London Bridge is falling down Poor old Chelsea Build it up with Red and White Red and White Red and White Build it up with Red and White Poor old Chelsea We've won it 5 times We've won it 5 times We won it at Wem-b-ely (sic) We won it in Gay Paris In 77 and 84 it was Rome We've won it 5 times We've won it 5 ti-imes in Istanbul, we won it 5 times When Emlyn lifted it high He lit up the Roman sky Thommo in Paris and Souness did it aswell We've won it 5 times We've won it 5 ti-imes in Istanbul, we won it 5 times At Wembley we won it at home Took 26,000 to Rome 20,000 to Paris where we won it again (won it again) We've won it 5 times We've won it 5 ti-imes In Istanbul, we won it 5 times Stevie G's eyes lit up As he lifted the European Cup 21 years and the cup was coming back home (coming back home) We've won it 5 times We've won it 5 ti-imes In Istanbul, we won it 5 times. We'll bring it back home We'll bring it back hooooome In Rome We'll bring it back home |