Liverpool Chants

1. 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 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

 

2. 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

Beside the Hillsborough Flame
I heard a Kopite mourning
Why so many taken on that day?
Justice has never been done
But their memory will carry on
There'll be glory around the Fields of Anfield Road

3. Poor Scouser Tommy

 
Can I 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, Now they put him in a highland division, Sent him off to a far foreign land, Where the flies flew around in their thousands, And there was nothing to see but the sand. Now the battle it started next morning, Underneath the old Lybian sun, I remember the Poor Scouser Tommy, who was shot by an old Nazi gun. As he lay on the battlefield dying (dying-dying), With the blood gushing out of his head, As he lay on the battlefield dying (dying-dying), These were the last words that he said… Oooh, I am a Liverpudlian, And I come from the Spion Kop, I love to sing, I love to shout, I get kicked out quite a lot! We support a 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 won the league, We won the Cup, We’ve been to Europe too, We played the Toffee’s for a laugh, and left them feeling blue! 5-0...
He’s our centre half,
He’s our number 4,
Watch him defend,
And watch him score,
He can pass the ball,
Calm as you like,
He’s Virgil Van Dijk,
Virgil Van Dijk.

4. The Virgil Van Dijk song

5. A 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 (Upon My chest)
We are the men, of Shankly's best (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…
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…
9
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 (Easy!)
A Liverbird upon my chest…
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…
And as we sang round Goodison Park
Four Ian Rush Goals Had Made Their Mark
They're probably crying still
at Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.
A Liverbird upon my chest…
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…
10
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…
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!)
A Liverbird upon my chest (Justice)
We are men of Shankly’s best (Justice)
A team that play the Liverpool’s way (Justice)
And win the Championship in May (Justice)
The angels came one sunny day
They came to take our bob away
The greatest sight for you to see
Three European cups for bob paisley (Paisley!)
A Liverbird upon my chest…
We went to Rome in 84
We won the treble like never before
Barney rubble was the man
Who won the cup for Joe Fagan (Fagan!)
A Liverbird upon my chest…
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