[C]At the East End of Town, a [Am]big Stadium stands,
It’s [G]called Paradise by [F]all the Celtic [C]fans.
[C]One hundred years have passed and [Am]still going strong,
The great [G]Glasgow Celtic fore[F]ver will live [C]on,
[C]And
little boys play in the [Am]city streets dream,
Of the [G]day they will play in the [F]Glasgow Celtic [C]team.
The[C] fans on the slopes are a [Am]sight to behold,
Bold [G]fenian men in their [F]green white and[C] gold,
[C]Cheering
on their heroes with [Am]every game won,
Lifting [G]up the cup when they’ve [F]stuck it to the [C]huns.
[C]In the East end streets they [Am]cheered with pride,
And [G]welcomed home their vic[F]torious [C]side,
[C]They
were the first to [Am]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.
