It's great to hear from young and old the stories that they've told.
Of the hallowed ground that stands so near one and all will shed a tear.
From a young boy standing surveying the land, to an old man sat in the grandstand.
From the tears that have been shed, to the cheers we have bled.
Individual memories we all hold, and stories yet to be told.
From your floodlit pitch in the dark, you're an amazing place
Our ground is going we will suffer that pain, but our memories will always remain.
Close your eyes and hear the sound that fills this glorious ground
As you stand on the terrace and watch with them, you can feel the ghosts of 1910.
We give your support through thick and thin, hoping for that vital win.
Relate to this as most of us thank those cold wet nights on your bob bank.
Fantastic games that have been played, that's how the memories were made.
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And the 27 squad did a wonderful job.
From your very first game to your last we remember the players that have now past.
And to the fans that are full of song especially those that have now gone.
We've been with you city through good and bad, our loyalty you've always had.
Let us remember the days when Bob Marley played.
To the popes presence that's always stayed.
As we look forward to our new domain, as wonderful as it is will never be the same.
As
History is soon to roam, at that that memorable place we call home
As we say goodbye Oh Ninian Park there's one last thing we'd like to ask,
As you look at us all from your stand please send us to the Promised Land.