All the
thoughts of this young boy
was to play with his heroes
To be all he could be,
fulfill his wild dreams
And the future looked bright
for his youthful ambitions
For dreams have now boundaries,
we can make them all come true
Broken dreams of a static hero
In that divided city
filled with laughter and song
He lived each week for a field of dreams
With a song in his heart
he could follow all his hopes and dreams
His young life was cut short
on the streets of his hometown
By some murderous cowards
who shamed Glasgow town
Because he wore the green and white shirt,
the colours of his heroes
His life's blood it was taken,
his dreams they have disappeared
Broken dreams of a static hero
In that divided city
filled with laughter and sorrow
He lived each week for a field of dreams
With a song in his heart
he could follow all his hopes
and dreams
Farewell to this young hero,
he'll never be forgotten
Nor his friends, nor his family,
left reeling in pain
Though his death was so chilling,
he bore no one evil
Who stood proud in his last moments
and fought back with a smile
Celtic, Celtic
You are in my heart and in my soul
Celtic, Celtic
I gave you all the love
I had come home