The first time I saw her was one Wednesday night
\nI guess you could say that I’d seen the light
\nI knew then that from every August to May
\nI’d spend half my life next to ole Swansea Bay<\/p>\n
The noise she created was second to none
\nI left sometimes happy, but sometimes glum
\nIt didn’t matter to me, the Swans were my team
\nWinning the league was my ultimate dream<\/p>\n
I’d look round the ground and stand back in awe
\nIt was people like me, that was all that I saw
\nJust watching the ball and willing it in
\nThe opposition goal for a Swansea win<\/p>\n
The North Bank was loud, all singing their song
\nMost knew the words, some got them wrong
\nAll together as one, the ground seemed to shake
\nSecond to none, Atmosphere she did make<\/p>\n
I stood on the East before they built up above
\nI got soaking wet, this was my first love
\nI looked down the field and wanted the win
\nThe ball came across and someone headed it in<\/p>\n
I went up on high when they finished the stand
\nI felt like a farmer surveying his land
\nI soon learned the folly of my youthful ways
\nWhen it rained up that high, you were soaking for days<\/p>\n
I sat in the centre and watched from the side
\nStill watching my team, enjoying the ride
\nIf my father could hear what the managers said
\nHe’d have said ‘son, it’s time for your bed’<\/p>\n
I loved it West side next to the visiting fans
\nThey came in their cars, their buses and vans
\nI hated it there when the Swans lost the game
\nGoing back home after was never the same<\/p>\n
The West it was huge, I watched from the top
\nIt was better up there than on Anfield’s Kop
\nIt had to come down though sooner or later
\nAs soon as they said for safety we cater<\/p>\n
The North though was calling, it was to be home
\nI had to return, like a dog to a bone
\nAll the games I remember I wonder why
\nAnd then I start singing Swans Till I Die<\/p>\n
The players I saw in the famous old girl
\nThe 40 odd years have passed like a whirl
\nI still see them now through the passage of time
\nJimmy Hadziabdic, now is there a rhyme?<\/p>\n
Toshack and Curtis, plus Robbie James
\nTo some they are legends, others just names
\nEvery one of them came through the gates of the ground
\nThey scored the goals, we created the sound<\/p>\n
The fourth to the first, they were wonderful years
\nThey all came down here, all faced without fears
\nWe rose to the top, we sunk back down here
\nIn the middle of that we all shed a tear<\/p>\n
Twice we came close to losing the club
\nMeetings were held, most in the pub
\nIt’s not just the teams we faced on the pitch
\nWe’ve beaten them all, every small hitch<\/p>\n
The time now is right to move on and grow
\nTo build on the seeds that we still have to sow
\nThe Vetch is soon to have time called on it
\nI’ll miss it a lot, much more than a bit<\/p>\n
The memories though I’ll never see fade
\nThe matches I’ve watched, the friends that I’ve made
\nThis ground has seen me grow into a man
\nLike I’m sure it has done for many a fan<\/p>\n
She saw it all in the time she served all of us
\nIt’s wrong to let her pass with minimum fuss
\nThe good times we shared, the bad in there too
\nI think saying this was the right thing to do<\/p>\n
Thank you dear Vetch, We’ll never forget you
\nOver the years we’ve stuck together like glue
\nThe time though has come to leave you alone
\nThe club’s moving on, it’s got a new home<\/p>\n
It won’t be the same, but the time comes to part
\nYou’ll always be there deep down in my heart
\nThanks for the memories, the times that we shared
\nMore than a ground, I’m sure that you cared<\/p>\n
The end though is close, just weeks to go now
\nTime for you to take one final bow
\nEvery good thing it must come to an end
\nMy final word, you’ve been a great friend.<\/p>\n
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