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 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

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.

Refreng :
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

Born under a Liverbird

Shankly made us famous,
Paisley won in Rome,
Rafa gave us Istanbul,
The Spion Kop’s my home,
I was born under a Liverbird