We’ve basked in the sunshine, we’ve dripped in the rain

We’ve cried tears of joy and we’ve cried tears of pain

We’ve fathomed the depths and ascended the heights

But stayed ever faithful to those Lily Whites

There’s nothing more stirs

The pulse than the Spurs

But now it’s Farewell to the Lane.

 

I started this love affair when it was with

Blanchflower and Greavsie and big Bobby Smith

I cried like a baby for most of the night

When told of the lightning that struck down John White;

Sublime skills of Hoddle

Of Gazza and Waddle

Have all graced the turf at the Lane.

 

When we were in search of our Holy Grail

And Maicon was tortured by young Gareth Bale

Benfica and Anderlecht under the lights

We’ve sung to the Heavens on those special nights

From Belgium they came,

From Italy, Spain –

No longer to play at the Lane.

 

So with pride and nostalgia deep in my heart

I recognise now is the time we must part

With thousands for company I’m far from alone

As the Army locates to its new Wembley home

But it will not be long

Till again we’re in song

And dancing along to the Lane.