Goodbye the 96,
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the martyrs for our cause
When your lives were torn apart.
You called out to our county
and you whispered to those in pain
we know where you're heading
we will never win the league again.
and it seems to me that we live our lives
with the candles in the wind
holding vigils in the sunset
when the rain set in
and their footsteps will always fall there
along Belgium's greenest fields
Our candles will burn out long before
we win the league again.
Loneliness we've got
These empty days, without your smiles
These torches we'll always carry
For our county's failing child
Even though we try
The truth brings us to tears
All our words cannot express
How Kenny didn't win the league again.
and it seems to me that we live our lives
with the candles in the wind
holding vigils in the sunset
when the rain set in
and their footsteps will always fall there
along Belgium's greenest fields
Our candles will burn out long before
we win the league again.
Goodbye the 96
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the martyrs to our cause
When your lives were torn apart
Goodbye the 96
From the county lost
Without the goals, we missed the wings of your compassion
When Suarez called Evra a negro.
and it seems to me that we live our lives
with the candles in the wind
holding vigils in the sunset
when the rain set in
and their footsteps will always fall there
along Belgium's greenest fields
Our candles will burn out long before
we win the league again.
and their footsteps will always fall there
along Belgium's greenest fields
Our candles will burn out long before
we win the league again.