Black cross on a shirt,
Premiership cup still gleaming
Fifty years of hurt,
Never stopped me dreaming
So many jokes, so many sneers
But all those oh-so-nears
Wear you down
Through the years
But I still see that tackle by Hayes
And when Goddard played
Rooey marking the ball
And Milney dancing
Black cross on a shirt,
Premiership cup still gleaming
Fifty years of hurt,
Never stopped me dreaming
I know that was then
But it could be again
He's coming home, He's coming home,
He's coming, Ross Lyon's coming home
He's coming home, He's coming home,
He's coming, Ross Lyon's coming home
He's coming home, He's coming home,
He's coming, Ross Lyon's coming home
He's coming home, He's coming home,
He's coming, Ross Lyon's coming home...