Midnight At Celtic Park
I climbed the walls at Celtic Park,
by Daniel McDonagh
The stars where a beacon, as the night was dark,
I sat in a seat where the old “Jungle” once was,
And I prayed to the Virgin Mary, that I wouldn’t get caught.
I closed my eyes and imagined the sound
Of Celtic fans when they packed this ground,
The pitch was a carpet, I’d dare not tread,
For on that grass, legends had played.
I imagined the players, the goals and the glory,
I remember the history of Celtic’s story,
The European nights, the Old Firm clashes;
As my hands spread the dust of my father’s ashes.