The Leaving of Goodison
(To the tune of “The Leaving of Liverpool”)
Fare thee well, my Grand Old Lady,
It’s hard to say goodbye.
You’ve stood so long, through joy and tears,
Beneath the Mersey sky.
But the time has come, the Blues must move on,
To a stadium riverside,
Yet you will be, forever, the pride of Merseyside.
Chorus:
So fare thee well, to Goodison Park,
Our spirits won’t depart,
For every blade upon your pitch
Still grows within our hearts.
I’ve stood among the Gwladys Street,
Where voices shook the ground,
And every tackle, goal, and cheer
Felt like a thundered sound.
From Big Nev to Tricky, from Waggy to Dixie,
These echoes will abide,
In our church of brick and steel, the pride of Merseyside.
Chorus:
So fare thee well, to Goodison Park,
Our spirits won’t depart,
For every blade upon your pitch
Still grows within our hearts.
They say the future’s calling now,
Down by the riverside,
New legends will rise on sacred ground,
But our memories will abide.
And no bright steel or polished stone
Can take what you supplied—
The soul of all our yesterdays, the pride of Merseyside.
Chorus:
So fare thee well, to Goodison Park,
Our spirits won’t depart,
For every blade upon your pitch
Still grows within our hearts.