When you walk through the 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 the 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

Oooooooh Campione

Oooooooh 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

Oooooooh Campione...


FUCK OFF chelsea fc
you ain't got no histroy
5 european cups and 18 leagues
thats what we call history

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 highland division
Sent him off to a far, foreign land
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands
and there was nothing to see but the sand.

Well, the battle it started next morning
Under the radiant Sun.
I remember that poor scouser Tommy
he was shot by an old nazi gun.

As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying
with the blood gushing out of his head, of his head
As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying
These were the last words he said:-

Oh I am a Liverpudlian
and I come from the Spion Kop.
I love to sing, I love to shout
and I go there quite a lot, every week!.

We support the team that's dressed in red
It's a team that you all know
It's a team that we call Liverpool
and to glory we will go.

We've won the league
We've won the cup
We've conquered Europe too
And we played the toffees for a laugh
and we left them feeling blue, 5-0!

The 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

Torres

His armband proved he was a red.......Torres, Torres
You'll never walk alone it said.......Torres, Torres
We got the lad from sunny spain, when he gets the ball he'll score again.....
and Ferrrnandddooo Torres, is Liverpool's Number 9!

"There are 2 tragedies in life, 1 is to lose your hearts desire the other is to gain it." and Shaw was right, as we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things we think will make our lives better. money, popularity, fame. we ignore wot trully matters. the simple things like friendship, family, love. the things we probably already had.