text: You say the hill’s too steep to climb
  Chiding
  You say you’d like to see me try
  Climbing
  You pick the place and I’ll choose the time
  And I will climb that hill in my own way
  Just wait a while for the right day
  And as I rise above the tree line and the clouds
  I look down, hearing the sound of the things you’ve said today
  Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
  Smiling
  Merciless the magistrate turns ’round
  Frowning
  And who’s the fool who wears the crown?
  And go down in your own way
  And every day is the right day
  And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
  You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd
  Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
  And youll never walk alone
  Youll never walk alone
  Liverpool! Liverpool!