Martin Farewell

I will do what’s in my gift
I’ll do what’s in my power
To bring some glory to our club
Cometh the man when cometh the hour.

Remember night-time’s shadows fleeing from the light,
Remember worn and hooded eyes given back their sight,
Remember hearts that craved a time of dreams that might come true,
Remember when our MON arrived and spoke to me and you.

Remember Petta seeing off Fernando’s flailing kicks,
Remember Sutton’s piercing strikes and Petrov’s box of tricks,
Remember Henrik’s goals of gold and vanquished foreign foes,
Remember Thommo, Hartson too as they dealt their stinging blows.

Remember Basle’s ashes from which our Phoenix flew,
Remember Blackburn, Vigo, and Stuttgart holding true,
Remember down in Scouseland when glory fed our soul,
Remember Boavista and that startling winning goal!

But most of all remember, a man of iron will
A man who gave us with our team that vision called Seville,
A man who bent for no-one, who raised our name in lights,
Our man, our Mon, our manager, with you we scaled the heights!

I will do what’s in my gift
I’ll do what’s in my power
To bring some glory to our club
Cometh the man when cometh the hour.