A Song to Sing Tribute
to
The Lions
(With thanks to Spandau Ballet)
“Gold”
You brought the big cup home
Fans crying from Glasgow to Rome
The Pope in tears, I could have sworn
Those were your salad days
A Legend never to fade away
Not Just another Match of the day
Oh how we’re proud of you,
How we’re proud of you
No Celt could ever, ever, feel small
Lisbon’s left us, standing so tall
Gold!
Lions lifted up our soul
They had the power we know
They’re indestructible
Always in Lisbon!
Gold!
With that Cup you proudly returned
And something every Celts learned
You’re indestructible, Always in Lisbon!
After though the years have gone
The Legend only grown in our time
You were West of Scotland partners in crime
It’s only 50 years ago
Big Jock faced down the man in the suit and tanned face
Herrera knew that Jock was taking his place
And while he bowed to you, we’re in love with you
Our love could scale a Connolly prison wall
Lisbon leaves us standing so tall
Gold!
Lions lifted up our soul
They had the power we know
They’re indestructible
Always in Lisbon!
Gold!
Gold!
Always knew the way to the goal
The legend continues to grow
You’re indestructible
Always believe in, Lions!
Gold!
To Paradise one day, all shall return
The Lions forever playing in the sun
You’re indestructible, always believing
Gold!
BRILLIANT !
HH
What memories, what a team, what players, what a Manager.
Simpson, Craig, Gemmell,Murdoch, McNeil,(c) Clark, Johnstone, Wallace, Chalmers, Auld, Lennox.
Mr Jock Stein,
Neilly Mochan,
John Fallon,
John Hughes,
Joe McBride,
Willie o Neil,
Charlie Gallagher,
Jim Brogan.
COLD, sneezing and coughing, cold,
Lemsip and asprin, sold,
ma heed is beeling, cold,
sweating and feeling cold,
but I!m indestructible,
you better believe it,its COLD.
Oh I like to go a wandering, along the mountain side,
and as I go I like to sing and my ears do ring,
my knapsack on my back.
Yodelle aetee, yodelle aetee.
Yodelle eatee, I climb a tree,
so I can see, the lovely mountain side.
Hi Lilly, Hi Lo. Hi Lo.
Of to sunny Fraserburgh today, cos,
I’m Going to wedding,
my poor heart is telling,
how much you mean to me, to me.
COYBIG to the Tic. Win the treble, be immortal, win the treble, create history. H.H.