The Holy Spirit of Brother Walfrid’s ghost
Stands on the steps of Parkhead,
As he welcomes the souls of Stein, Maley & McGrory,
At Paradise, these legends once played.
They never questioned a man’s religion
Or if his politics were Left or Right,
As Parkhead stands as a shrine of glory
To the players who wore the green and white.
March'25th 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem