Gold Is Ours


We persevered – when others surrendered
kept hold of our beliefs.
Knocked and bruised – but we jump right back
double down with gritted teeth.
We’ve lost friends – sacrifice is no stranger
alone in native lands.
We played hard – but we worked even harder
to get what’s in our hands.

With a song on our lips when the flags are raised.
With a tear in our eye, no-one can take it away.

(‘cos/and) Gold is ours.

Calm and collected – when others fell to pieces
we kept our level heads.
We came; we saw – we well and truly conquered
doing what we do best.
We lost battles – but we won the war
some say against all odds.
Old Titans fade, colossal giants fall
to make way for today’s Gods.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

©21.9.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman

With our hand on heart when the flags are raised.
With a tear in our eye, this is why we came


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