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
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