Pieśń Where Are The Lads?

Oh father why are you so sad,
Your face so pale and fraught,
When all us reds are proud and glad
Of the team that we support.
Oh son I see in memory?s view
Days of long ago you see,
When we cheered and sang
And from the Kop there rang,
Songs of Liverpool FC.

Where are the lads who stood with me
At Milan and Etienne ?
Oh it grieves me that I will never see
The Spion Kop again.

From Cantril Farm the call to arms
Was heard by one and all,
And from Garston came brave young men
To answer Shankly?s call.
I think of them at St Etienne
Who made the rafters shake,
And in 65, they brought the Kop alive
And made poor Inter quake.

Where are the lads who stood with me
At Milan and Etienne ?
Oh it grieves me that I will never see
The Spion Kop again.

And so my son I?ve told you why
On this dark day I sigh,
As I recall great players all
From the glory days gone by.
Who played before the greatest fans
Their singing never stopped,
Oh they sang and cheered and Liverpool revered
On the mighty Spion Kop.

Where are the lads who stood with me
At Milan and Etienne ?
Oh it grieves me that I will never see
The Spion Kop again.