The Star that Burns the Brightest

The Star that Burns the Brightest

Just a corner kick from Celtic Park

A flame haired boy would play

And in his heart was born a dream

To wear the hoops one day

He saw the people pass him by

On those gritty Calton streets

All on their way to Paradise

And his heart did skip a beat

Till the day his Da said, ‘Tommy!

It’s time for you to see

That famous Celtic Magic

My old man showed to me,’

So he watched McNeill and Johnstone

Bertie Auld and Murdoch too

How he yearned to pull those colours on

Show the crowd what he could do

The years slipped by so quickly

And that boy became a man

He lived his dream in Celtic’s green

As a player and a fan

He never forgot his Calton roots

As he stolled its gritty streets

Still shared a smile & talked a while

with the people he would meet

On the steps outside St Mary’s

I shook his hand one day

I smiled then as he told me of

The Glasgow Celtic way

Then one fine day I told my boys

‘It’s time for you to see

That famous Celtic Magic

My old man showed to me,’

And they sang of James McGrory

Of Larsson and McStay

And a Calton boy called Tommy Burns

Who played the Celtic way

He played his heart out in the green

And the fans sang out his name

The flame hair boy from Soho Street

Brought a beauty to the game

A supporter on the football field

A man who lived his dream

Such a joy to see our Tommy Burns

Grace our Celtic team

And the star that burns the brightest

Leaves a light that lingers yet

And though we had to say goodbye

We never will forget...