Psalmboken
We Have Dreams And Songs To Sing...
Fields of Anfield Road
Outside the Shankly Gates
I heard a Kopite calling
Shankly they have taken you away
But you left a great eleven
Before you went to heaven
Now it's glory round the Fields of Anfield Road.
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
Steven Gerrard 1
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard,
He'll pass the ball 40 yards,
He's big and he's ****in' hard,
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard.
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard,
He'll pass the ball 40 yards,
He's better than Fat Lampard,
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard.
Steven Gerrard 2
You're just too good to be true
Can't take the ball off of you
You've got a heavenly touch
You pass like Souness to Rush
And when we're all drunk in the bars
We thank the Lord that you're ours
You're just to good to be true
Cant take the ball off of you
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Steven Gerrard
Oh Steven Steven Geeeer-raaaard
Oh Steven Gerrard
Because he hates Man U
Oh Steven Gerrard
He hates the Blueshite too
Oh Steven Gerrard
You're a Red through and through
Red and white Kop
On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
In a Red and White Spion Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
In a town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed the seas
And he told me of his pride
They were a famous football team
So we trailed to Anfield Road,
Singing songs of victory
And there we found the holy ground,
Of our hero Bill Shankly
We all live in ......
Gary Macca Song
Oh Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca,
Gary Macca, Gary Gary Mac
Oh we love yer baldy 'ead (Oh we love yer baldy 'ead)
Yer Baldy 'ead (Yer Baldy 'ead)
You're Gary Mac, (You're Gary Mac)
Oh Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Macca, Gary Gary Mac
Oh we loved yer Derby Goal
Oh we loved yer Barca Pen
Oh we loved yer Spurs Peno
Oh we loved yer Coventry Goal
Oh we loved yer Bradford Goal
Oh we loved yer Dortmund Pen
Oh we love your sweet right foot
Oh we got you on a free
Oh we went and won all 3
Oh Gary Macca, Gary Gary Macca, Gary Macca, Gary Gary Mac.
The reds are comin´ up the hill
The reds are coming up the hill boys,
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
Oh Campione
Oh campione
The one and only, we're Liverpool
They say our days are numbered - we're not famous anymore
But Scousers rule the country like we've always done before..... Oh campione
Oh when the reds
Oh when the Reds
Go marching in
Oh when the Reds
Go marching in
I wanna be in that number
Oh when the Reds
Go marching in
Oh Istanbul
Is wonderful
Oh Istanbul is wonderful
Its full of mosques, kebabs and scousers
Oh Istanbul is wonderful
Allez Allez...
We´ve concoured all of Europe,
We´re never gonna stop,
from Paris down to Turkey,
we won the f-ckin´lot
Bob Paisley and Bill Shankly,
The fields of Anfield Road,
We ar loyal supporters,
And we come from Liverpool...
ALLEZ ALLEZ ALLEZ!!!!
Every Other Saturday
Every other Saturday's me half day off
And it's off to the match I go
I like to take a stroll along the Anfield Road
Me and me old pal Joe
I like to see the lasses with their red scarves on
I like to hear the Kopites roar
But I don't have to tell that best of all
Is when we see Liverpool sc-o-o-o-ore
We've won the English League about a thousand times
And Uefa was a simple do
We've played some exhibitions in the FA Cup
We are the Wembley Wizards too
But when we won the European Cup in Rome
Like we should have done years before
We gathered down at Anfield
Boys a hundred thousand strong
To give the boys a welcome ho-om-me
Kenny ohhh Kenny
I'd walk a million miles for one of your goals oh Kenny
ohhh Kenny
Luis Garcia
Luis Garcia
He drinks Sangria
He comes from Barca
To bring us joy
He's five foot seven
He's football heaven
So please don't take our Luis away
Steven Gerrard is our captain
Steven Gerrard is our captain, Steven Gerrard is a red, Steven Gerrard plays for Liverpool, A Scouser born and bred.
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And then one night in Turkey, It was 21 years since Rome, With a Liverbird upon his chest, He brought the cup back home,
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Poor Scouser Tommy
Can I tell you a 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 the 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 sand
Well the battle started next morning
Under the Arabian sun
I remember the poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battle field dying (dying 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 go there quite a lot (every week)
We are the team who 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
One two
One two three
One two three four
Five nil !
Rush scored one
Rush scored two
Rush scored three
And Rush scored four!
Na na na na na na na na na!
Three little birds
Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright.
Singing' "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright!"
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Saying', ("This is my message to you")
Singing' "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright."
Singing' "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright!"
Rise up this mornin',
Smile to the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you"
Singin' "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be alright. Don't worry!"
Singin' "Don't worry about a thing" I won't worry!
"'Cause every little thing gonna be alright."
Singin' "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright" I won't worry!
Singin' "Don't worry about a thing,
Cause every little thing gonna be alright."
Singin' "Don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright!"
We´ll be coming
We'll be coming
We'll be coming
We'll be coming down the road
When you hear the noise of the Bill Shankly boys
We'll be coming down the road
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, there's a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a larkWalk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blownWalk on, walk on
With hope in your hearts
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk aloneWalk on, walk on
With hope in your hearts
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
We won it 5 times
We won it at Wem-ber-ly
We' won it in Gay Paris
In 77 and '84 it was Rome
We've won it five times
We've won it five ti-i-imes
In Istanbul, we won it five times
When Emlyn lifted it high
He lit up the Roman sky
Thommo in Paris and Souness did it as well
We've won it five times
We've won it 5 ti-i-imes
In Istanbul, we won it five times
At Wembley we won it at home
Took 26,000 to Rome
20,000 to Paris when we won it again
We've won it five times
We've won it five ti-i-imes
In Istanbul, we won it five times
Stevie G's eyes lit up
As he lifted the European Cup
21 years and now its coming back home
We've won it five times
We've won it five ti-i-imes
In Istanbul, we won it five times
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
Now on the 20th of May
We're laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians are feeling blue
It's Liverpool 3 and Everton 2
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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)
We love you Liverpool
We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do. Oh Liverpool we love you.
Shankly is our hero, he showed us how to play
The mighty reds of Europe are out to win today
He made a team of champions, with every man a king
And every game we love to win and this is what we sing.
We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do. Oh Liverpool we love you.
Clemence is our goalie, the best there is around
And Keegan is the greatest that Shankly ever found
Heighway is our favourite, a wizard of the game
And heres the mighty Toshack to do it once again.
We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do. Oh Liverpool we love you.
We've won the league, we've won the cup, We're masters of the game.
And just to prove how good we are We'll do it all again.
We've got another team to beat and so we've got to try
'Cos we're the best in all the land And that's the reason why ..
We Love you Liverpool we do. We Love you Liverpool we do.
We Love you Liverpool we do. Oh Liverpool we love you.