Goodnight Mr Smith

He arrived with the Souness revolutionary Parade
The greatest signing that Graeme ever made
A number 2 in only but name
Destined for greatness within our beautiful game.

A Club for too long had sat in the dark
After a decade we had ignited our spark
Pittodrie would see us crowned champions once more
Little did we know what the stars had in store

When Liverpool came calling we were left cast adrift
We needed a skipper to give our support a much needed lift
The time was now to step up and enter folklore
As we approached a title decider like never before

Walking wounded would take to the field of play
Bodies on the line for the Gaffer that day
The years to come would follow this trait
No player would give anything less for this man we call great

6 more titles captured an entire generation
His old Tannadice home a fitting final combination
The great Dane headed home Charlie Millers Cross
Ensuring Walter became our greatest ever boss

You gave us the God given talent of Laudrup on the wing
The mercurial talents of Gazza would make the Copland road sing
A Goalie who defied all gravitational odds
Super Ally would be the goal scoring God.


90 minutes from the greatest final in the European game
Agonisingly close to achieving our ultimate aim
44 games undefeated, Europe and all
Amongst the top table you made us stand tall

Marseille to Brugge we went toe to toe
After dispatching Leeds United we feared no foe.
Bochum would see a Maiden Champions league win for this team.
You made every Rangers fan simply dare to dream

The final chapter was premature to say the least
As you bid us farewell in our rivals stadium in the east.
A final too far as there was not a dry eye
Our 9 in a row legends now saying goodbye

A tired Lion Rampant had lost it’s famous roar
When the country needed a hero, you walked through the door.
Pride restored in the Hampden Park rain
The Mighty France would feel the pain

When Rangers came calling you couldn’t say no
The club you had left almost a decade ago
A club now cast far adrift from success
Our Father had returned to clear up the mess

You set the tone from the second you came back
Ugo Ehiogu’s defensive form of attack
Nobody could have imagined the next 4 years
A journey to give utter joy tinged with tears


One night in Florence we held our breath
The final penalty right at the death
Our little Nacho as cool as could be
Sending us to a Uefa Cup date with destiny

A little General stood in our way
Our dear old friend too much on this day
Immense pride filled the Manchester Air
A herculean effort just to arrive there.

3 More titles would come our way
2 of them classics on the final day
Another at Tannadice all of us admired
To Killie where only 7 minutes were required

We dined on the success you delivered our club
10 Scottish titles our silver to rub
Not forgetting the Cups we desperately craved
6 league and 5 Scottish at us you waved

21 honours set you apart from the rest
However as a Man you were simply the best
On the field of play there is nowhere to hide
In the city of Glasgow we have the great football divide

Your team famously broke Tommy Burns’s heart
As you carried your friend it set you apart
A friend who joined you in that Scotland dugout
Your stature of a gentleman beyond any doubt


There aren’t enough grains in the sands of time to say
The amount of times you delivered joy our way
Childhoods were shaped on the legacy created
On the stands of Ibrox Park you left us elated

I hope Saint Peter had opened those blue gates
With Davie Coopers smile being one that awaits
Sir Bill Struth with a nod of his head to you,
Scott Symon leading you to join the immortality of blues.

The 4 lads who had that wonderful dream
Couldn’t have imagined a better manager for our team
One final marble staircase you walked to heaven
Your memory forever lives on in every Rangers 11

If God needs a team talk there is no better man
The boy from Carmyle who was our greatest ever fan
To stand amongst angels and captivate all
Inspire those who listen never to fall

When Saturday comes and the whistle blows
Our boys will be ready come rain, sleet or snow
If ever at Ibrox we need hope, faith or love
The Father we cherished will be looking down from above.

Legends never die are words that ring so true
Walter you live on forever as our own Mr Blue.
Every match our team plays the beautiful game
Ibrox Park will forever ring your name

Rest in Peace Mr Smith