Liverpool Lights Poem by Tom Allport

The Liverpool Lights are shinning bright
The Liverpool Lights are bright tonight
Our Liver Birds sit so proud
Up so very high in the clouds
The ferry boats go on their way
And happy people enjoy the day
As busy buses come and go
Plenty of smiles here on show
So forget the weather - rain or shine
The Liverpool Lights are sublime
Find a tunnel if you dare
Deep underground without fear
See the wild horse set free
To guard the church and history
Wave to Lewis who stands alone
Still as naked as the day he was born
And Moores the merrier join the Club
Our City of Culture is far above
While Tracey's little bird sings her song
George's lions they grow strong
The Liverpool Lights are shinning bright
The Liverpool Lights are bright tonight
Pick a colour and never change
Sportsmanship always reigns
See a Cath and make your peace
Spot the tower and feel the release
Give a penny for his thoughts
Lord Whitty is still on course
Over one hundred and fifty years and still not out
He was our original paper scout
Look for Luke's bombed out piece
And take a walk down any street
Listen for the Echoes of sound
Mathew's noise was deep underground
Justice is done behind the square
Judge and Jury try to be fair
Phil's the place for your food
But try not to look it could be rude
Visit Ye Olde Cracke for a jar
Spot the Beacon Tower it's not far
Ain't it Grand to finish the race
And just as good taking your place
It's gorra be 'The place to be'
It's our home by the sea
As the Mersey flows and the Mersey grows
In our hearts and in our souls
The Mersey sound has been lost and found
But the Liverpool Lights
Are bright to-night.