I can’t explain to lesser men, they just don’t comprehend
What I feel within my heart, they’ll never understand
We’re more than just a football club, much more than a team
With a richness money cannot buy and that others only see in dreams.
Our priceless gift, received at birth and welcomed worldwide
A passport to a way of life and hallmarked Celtic Pride.
An acceptance to our family of which you are a part
You cannot buy its membership, it’s built into your heart.
We sing our songs with passion ‘til tears come to our eyes
But only those, who have the gift, can enter Paradise.
The Holy poet.
The gift to sing songs to bring out tears from the eyes will be the passport to enter the world of Paradise! Those with Celtic pride have this natural gift in abundant measure. Do I comprehend the meaning correctly sir? The confidence and the command of the language shown in this poem is wonderful! Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a nice poem i like it....good flow good words...i enjoyed it..keep it up...please read my poems