Vive La France

by Stuart Logan - Sagittarius

Vive La France

Vive La France, sing La Marseilles
swing with the flag, along the Champs Elysees
ooh la la, lets go to Saint Denis
in the Stade de France, for the world to see

From the club sides of Scotland, from the blue and the green
under one flag, behind the same team
from the Highlands and Lowlands, from the Borders they came
even the Tartan Navy, was moored on the Seine

The worlds greatest fans, we dance in the sun
Brasil take the points, but we have the fun
all through the night, the party goes on
and Parisiennes can hear, their tournaments begun

Songs round the campfire, the pine trees so high
Lion Rampants and Saltires, hoisted to the sky
from Burgundy to Cognac, from Champagne to chateaus blessed
an army of tartan, thats simply the best

Bonjour to Bordeaux, coment allez vous?
come to our party, before it comes to you
there was singing and dancing, in an Aquitaine dream
and 20,000 Scots, were part of the team

Its a wonderful life, when your far far away
all the days of your life, those memories will stay
Paris, Bordeaux, and Saint Etienne
when will we see, your like again

We lived with you, for what seemed forever
we sang your songs, and we danced together
we ate your food, and we drank your wine
those memories are, forever enshrined

Vive La France, sing La Marseilles
swing with the flag, along the Champs Elysees
ooh la la, lets go to Saint Denis
in the Stade de France, for the world to see




Copyright:     Stuart Logan

Reason for writing:

    Words written in lyrical form as a tribute to the friendly football supporters of the
world who converged on France during the Summer of 1998.
Capturing some of the sights, sounds, experiences and observations witnessed during
this amazing event.
A special tribute to the Scottish supporters, and the magnifique reception and
hospitality of our French hosts.
We shall return.


    

Birth sign: Sagittarius
Date created: 2000-06-04 10:08:02
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:20
Poem ID: 56397

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