Celtic Dreams The Wolfe Tones

All the thoughts of this young boys was to play with heroes
To be all he could be, fulfill his wild dreams
And the future looked bright for his youthful ambitions
For dreams have no boundaries, we can make them all come true

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Broken dreams of a Celtic 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 shame 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

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Broken dreams of a Celtic 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

Farewell to this young hero, you’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
But stood proud in his last moments and fought back with a smile