My father, he said, it was time for us to go
To make our home in Canada, in the city of Toronto
My heart cried out & sadness crept into my soul
No more would I see the green, white & gold.
I travelled over to Parkhead to see my last game
Stood in the Jungle that would never be the same,
No more would I see the skills of McCluskey & Burns
For Toronto is a long way from Celtic’s footballing sons.
I said goodbye to friends, we shared a laugh & a tear
No more Friday night drinking, a few cans of beer,
I said goodbye to Celtic, the team of my heart
Said farewell with sadness to old Celtic Park.
On the weekends I would travel to the east end of Toronto
To the Celtic Supporters club, Midland Avenue in Scarborough,
We would sing & talk of the Celtic with tears in our eyes.
All wishing we were at home on the terracing at Paradise.
It has been 25 years since I left the city of Glasgow
Supported the Celtic from Oshawa to Oakville,
I wander around Toronto in my green & white strip;
The passion is still strong for the famous Glasgow Celtic.
Jan’9th 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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