Oh take me back to Love Street, back to my happy place back to the ground of glory, those golden days of grace where every cheer was thunder, where every game had thrills and heroes lit the terraces with passion pride and skill Take me to the north bank, to hear that wondrous roar ten thousand voices rising loudly, and twenty thousand more the saints go marching in would echo strong and long a sea of black and white as one, united in their song Take me back to 1980 Anglo Scottish cup in hand five past Bristol City, pride was sweeping through the land with Jackie Copland leading, standing tall and proud a captain of true courage, saluted by the Paisley crowd And further back to 1926 when history was first made the Scottish cup to Love Street came and legends were displayed with Bryceland’s strength and Lapsley’s class and Gemmell’s helping hand they carved their names in silver bright, the pride of Saint’s great stand And more glory Scottish cup days, when dreams would come alive 59 and 87 the Saints would still survive Through battles fought with heart and soul through grit and sheer belief they brought the silver home again to joy beyond relief The legends grace my memory, their names still shining bright like Aber, McGarvey and Stark on those electric nights from Bryceland through to modern days, their spirit’s still the same a tapestry of glory years that built the Saint’s great name Do take me back to Love Street where my heart will always stay through every high and heartbeat, it never fades away for though the years have moved us on, those memories remain in Paisley’s soul, forever proud the Saints will rise again. Tomaidh