Newcastle Blues

Oh, the Tyne’s lament is heard tonight,
In the heart of the city, bathed in pale moonlight,
Where the Magpies once soared in glorious flight,
Now, they bow their heads in the shadow of the night.

The echoes of the Toon Army’s roar,
Now silenced on the St. James’ floor,
Their hopes and dreams, forevermore,
Lost in the winds of the Mersey’s shore.

The Reds of Liverpool, fierce and bold,
In their hearts, the victory they hold,
While the black and white, once brave and cold,
Now bear the weight of a tale untold.

The ball danced in the net, a sight so cruel,
A heartbreaker, played out in this beautiful duel,
The cheers of the Kop, loud and fuel,
While the Geordies wept in their barstool.

Oh, the Magpies, their wings clipped in despair,
In the face of defeat, raw and bare,
Yet, in their hearts, a promise they swear,
To rise again, the glory to share.

The fog on the Tyne is all theirs alone,
A shroud of sorrow, into the marrow bone,
Yet, in this loss, a resilience is shown,
In the heart of the city, a strength is grown.

So, mourn we must, for the battle lost,
Count the heartache, the heavy cost,
Yet, remember the line that was bravely crossed,
For in defeat, true character is embossed.

The Newcastle Blues, a song of grief,
Yet, beneath its chords, lies a firm belief,
That the Magpies will find their relief,
In the dawn of a new day, however brief.

So, here’s to Newcastle, proud and true,
To the black and white, through and through,
In the face of loss, their spirit we view,
In the heart of the city, a love that grew.

For the game is more than a win or lose,
It’s the passion, the fight, the path we choose,
And though tonight, we may sing the blues,
Tomorrow, we rise, the fight to reuse.

So, let the Tyne carry our sorrow away,
For the Magpies will return to the fray,
And though tonight, the skies are grey,
Hope springs eternal, come what may.