One people. One voice. One Love....
United as a city, we rise above the hate.
Because these are the bricks that we built.
A labour of love. And it’s the workers’ hands
That make them great.
From the beating heart of Albert Square,
The vessel of music takes us everywhere.
It owns a bucket hat and Adidas footwear.
You can feel it alive in the streets, in the air.
Indie music. Madchester. Northern soul.
The roar of Solskjaer's last minute goal.
It was from here that Pankhurst led a revolution,
John Cooper Clarke made his poetic contribution,
Rolls-Royce was formed, railways were made,
This is a city that is not afraid
To follow it's dreams, to fight for change.
Now the ship canal floods with tears
For needless bloodshed and wasted years.
But it’s in the face of fear that we pull together,
And for the ones that we lost in the stormy weather,
In Manchester you’ll live forever,
Because when it comes to terror,
We don’t have immunity.
But what we do have
Is a sense of community.
So on a blue Monday in May,
You might have taken lives
But you will never take our spirit away.
We are Manchester without any doubt
And here there is a light that never goes out.