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 For 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
We are Liverpool, Tra la la la la, We are Liverpool, tra la la la la la, We are Liverpool, tra la la la la, The best football team in the world (Yes we are!) Poetry in motion, tra la la la la, Poetry in motion, tra la la la la la, Poetry in motion, tra la la la la, The best football team in the world (Yes we are!)
All 'round the fields of Anfield road Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and could he play) Steve Heighway on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing Of the glory 'round the fields of Anfield road
Oh when the Reds! (Oh when the Reds!) Go marching! in (Go marching in!) Oh when the reds go marching in I wanna be in that number Oh when the reds go marching in
We've conquered all of Europe We're never going to stop From Paris down to Turkey We've won the f*cking lot Bob Paisley and Bill Shankly The Fields of Anfield Road We are loyal supporters And we come from Liverpool Allez, Allez, Allez Allez, Allez, Allez Allez, Allez, Allez Allez, Allez, Allez
He's our centre-half, he's our number 4 Watch him defend, and we watch him score He'll pass the ball, calm as you like He's Virgil Van Dijk He's Virgil Van Dijk
There's something that the Kop wants you to know It's the best in the world he's Bobby Firmino Our number nine Give him the ball and he'll score everytime Sim Señor Pass the ball to Bobby and he'll score
Oh, He wears number 20 He'll take us to victory and when he's running down the left wing He'll cut inside and score for LFC He's lad from Portugal, better than Figo don't you know Oh his name is Diogo
His Armband proved he was a red, Torres! Torres! You'll Never Walk Alone it said, Torres! Torres! We bought the lad from sunny Spain, He gets the ball he scores again, Fernando Torres! Liverpool's number 9!
Dadadadadadadada Luis Suarez, Dadadadadadadada Luis Suarez. His name is Suarez and he wears the famous red, I just cant get enough, I just cant get enough, When he scores a volley or when he scores a head, I just cant get enough, I just cant get enough. He scores a goal and the kop go wild, And I just cant seem to, Get enough, Suarez!
Juren Klopp Na na na na na Juren Klopp Na na na na na
I'm so glad, that Jurgen is a Red, I'm so glad, he delivered what he said Jurgen said to me you know, We'll win the Premier League you know, He said so, I'm in love with him and I feel fine