On the day the club enters our lives,
Our heart beats with others.
Chests rise and fall, like the waves in the Bay.
As children, we delight in our communion.
Not for the sake of comfort,
But for the glory of too few a day
Do we stand together, united.
Good days will come.
When e'er the sun sinks, across the grassy expanse,
And once they have fought,
'til their last bead of sweat,
Beside them we shoulder their burden.
For the sea and the sand,
For the seagull's strong cry
Are our voices to be heard,
From Devon to the farthest reaches.
And now, at the last,
As the sun warms our face
Are we entered once more
In the fabulous race.
One team, one respect, for a game full of thrills
And spills as we shout out our sigh.
But will we be heard, as we pass on a word
For a judgement sent down from on high.
Cheers
Bruce
COYY!
