The Crosses of St George are flying all around me! Gareth Southgate, the whole of England is with you! Oh, it's saved! Saved! We still believe, we still believe, we still believe, we still believe It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming, football's coming home Tears for heroes dressed in grey No plans for final day Stay in bed, drift away It could have been all songs in the street It was nearly complete, it was nearly so sweet And now I'm singing three lines on a shirt Shoes remain still gleaming No more years of thirst No more need for dreaming Talk about football coming home And then one night in Rome We were strong, we had grown And now I sing it's ready for war Gazza good as before, sheer assertion to score And psychos dreaming Three lines on a shirt Shoes remain still gleaming No more years of thirst No more need for dreaming Beautiful football by England, Gazza! Oh, that is majestic! And a hero! England nil, England nil And we're there in France Nineteen, nineteen We can dance, no one's dance We could dance it in France It's coming home It's coming home It's coming, football's coming home It's coming home It's coming home It's coming, football's coming home It's coming, three lines on a shirt Shoes remain still gleaming No more years of thirst No more need for dreaming Three lines on a shirt Shoes remain still gleaming No more years of thirst No more need for dreaming Three lines on a shirt Shoes remain still gleaming Three lines on a shirt Shoes remain still gleaming