THE HOLY POET
THE HOLY POET Poems
|45.||Fergus Mccann - The Bunnet.||1/20/2012|
|46.||The Forming Of Glasgow Celtic Fc.||1/22/2012|
|47.||Hell Mend You!||6/27/2012|
|48.||Rfc To Rip?||3/8/2012|
|49.||Our Special Gift||1/14/2012|
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Our Special Gift
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, ...
Henke was slim but strong as an ox
And his pace was so quick that once in the box,
You'd gamble your mortgage, you felt it a cert
That wee Henke Larsson'd hit the back of the net.
Songs have been sung of teams home and abroad
But Henke our King, was a wee Celtic Ghod
I've never heard passion or felt such emotion
And he always responded with his wee magic potion.