We're Beautiful South

by Alistair Wilkinson

And on the day when we're old
There will be a story
That has often been told
Of black and white glory.

The heart of that tale will still beat
And put blood in our veins.
We will still stand on our feet
While that memory reigns.

When we forget the ones we love,
The ones who may not know,
We will remember the steel of
That five-goal Plymouth show.

When we're cold and there's no fire
And we're scared for our souls
We're warmed by the desire
Shown in two Cambridge goals.

When we lie still in empty beds
And we feel all alone
Wonderful dreams will fill our heads
Of Albion at home.

When the night sky no longer shines
And our eyes dim and blur;
Luton away, a day so fine
Then a night’s shining fare.

When the past stretches back so far
And the future is faint
We'll remember an Irish star
And the fall of the Saints.

When everything of me is gone
And there's naught left to say
I'll remember that Brighton song
That we sang loud all day.

And when the sun is not so bright,
When the flowers don't bloom,
In our hearts there'll always be light
And, for you, so much room.

And on the day when we're old
There will be a story
That has often been told
Of black and white glory.