European Dream

As I lay upon, my bed last night, I fell into a dream, I dreamt the European Cup, Was one by a Belfast team, And the Newtownards Road! It overflowed, Like the 12th day of July, Oh and what a sight, it was to see, The Glens go o marching by, Red, Green and Black, upon my neck, The colours I know well, And you can bet, a big rosette, Was pinned to my lapel, For we'll shout and scream, For our wee team, Till our hearts begin to burn, So **** the rest, for we're the best, There's only one Glentoran...