Standing on the hallowed ground
I look above and all around
And feel the magic touch
It comes to share the feelings grand
The crowd no more within its stands
As dusk replaces day
So much of meaning came before
Now just a memory - times of yore
Held within their land
I’ve walked with others – one – the same
Experienced the joy – the fame
And cheered as victory’s claimed
A stadium – respect displayed
From one – from all – no-one will fray
A sombre note of grace
And all the time I share the view
With strangers – common thread – with you
And impart a warm embrace
Can sport bring us this joy we share
And lay emotion clear and bare
Or does the sunshine bring a dream
And leave us to wonder what could be
Yet in the end the crowd decide
That what was lost in times awry
Now have been found with brighter sun
We gather – share – and love – as one
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