In the town of Glasgow, there is a football team,
That was born from Brother Walfrid’s dream,
Where the Irish saw, hope and a promise
On the players that wore the Celtic Cross.
And the Parkhead years have delivered players
That the fans have prayed for in their prayers,
And the parade of supporters along the Gallowgate
Have walked with their fathers, cheered with their mates.
The memories welcome Willie Maley,
Of the scoring record of Jimmy McGrory;
The golden skills of wee Jinky Johnstone
Where the Jungle praised him in their songs.
The name of Dalglish, in the old famous hoops,
Was the star of Parkhead, in Jock Stein’s book,
A legend of the 70‘s, was the talented King Kenny,
Who swapped the green
