THE EAST END OF TOWN

At the East End of Town, a big Stadium stands,
It’s called Paradise by all the Celtic fans.

One hundred years have passed and still going strong,
The great Glasgow Celtic forever will live on,
And little boys play in the city streets dream,
Of the day they will play in the Glasgow Celtic team.

The fans on the slopes are a sight to behold,
Bold fenian men in their green white and gold,
Cheering on their heroes with every game won,
Lifting up the cup when they’ve stuck it to the huns.

In the East end streets they cheered with pride,
And welcomed home their victorious side,
They were the first to win the European Cup,
I was there in sunny Lisbon when they proudly held it up.

At the East End of Town, a big Stadium stands,
It’s called Paradise by all the Celtic fans.

One hundred years have pasted and still going strong,
The great Glasgow Celtic forever will live on,
And little boys play in the city streets dream,
Of the day they will play in the Glasgow Celtic team.

At the East End of Town, a big Stadium stands,
It’s called Paradise by all the Celtic fans.