Echoes of a Liverpool Childhood

From the echoes of childhood those songs sing to me
The pitches of tarmac whose stones cut my knees
The wind and the rain would never deter
And the mud that stuck to me clung fast to my shirt
I would turn to my heroes and smile at the thought
Dalglish he's an angel his likeness long sought
The winds may sing freedom their songs fill the air
But none fill my heart like the town of me birth

There's a time said for laughter a time for the tears
A time for the judgement and then for the peace
We may roam from our past but the memories remain
And they call us back home with a call of our names
We can grow us new wings we can take to the skies
We can find us a love with the deep soulful eyes
Of the summer's long gone and the winter's to be
There's none that I love there’s no other for me

The Liverbirds watching a prayer beneath wings
Church Street and Lord Street where Vicky may sing
There's a Cavern in town where Lennon may stroll
Into Blacker's and Lees Owen Owen's we stole
The Pier Head for dreamers whose hearts claim the sea
Bold Street and Duke Street still look good to me
St Luke's as a witness to a world gone quite mad
"There's bombs in the Mersey, it's true!" said me Dad

In the prism of hope in the womb of a prayer
In the dawn of a wish in the hope of a word
Should I draw down the sun should I climb to the moon?
Should I dance around stars like a Scouse Molly Bloom?
I have stood in the storm of the trials that deceived me
Been torn by me sins and burned by them freely
Oh the riches on offer all the jewels from the sea
None shine like Liverpool precious to me
None shine like Liverpool so precious to me.

By Parry Maguire