Sundays in Blue and Black

There’s a field outside of Bramley where the whistle breaks the dawn

Boys in blue and black they gather, boots and jerseys on

Through the mud and early sunlight, coach Steve is leading proud

Coach Phil’s got the tactics ready, Coach Scott is calling loud

Sunday mornings, hearts on track

With every shout, they’re coming back

One o’yah! The crowd will cry

Well done Charlie Ferrill, reachin’ for the sky

Only lost two all season, they fought and never cracked

Bramley Sunnyside under 12 whites, oh, they’re never lookin’ back

Wrighty’s on the outside runnin’, Henry breaks the line

Charlie, Daniel, Ethan—holdin’ strong and fine

Jake and Alex, Promise’s grin, Roman’s ready too

Oscar thunders, Joe and Luke—Blake shots true and through

Beetroot and black when they roam

The Ferrilliser brings them home

Pressure! Promise keeps us safe

Go on Luke, cut and chase

Goaaan Joe, the fans all cheer

Runners-up this season, but the champions are here!

Benitez in the background, never lets us down

Grandad Bob and The main event keep us spinnin’ ‘round

Ian with the camera’s flash—memories all year

Sunday stories on the grass, every laugh and every tear

One o’yah! The crowd will cry

Well done Charlie Ferrill, reachin’ for the sky

Only lost two all season, they fought and never cracked

Bramley Sunnyside under 12 whites, oh, they’re never lookin’ backSo raise your voice and tip your hat

Blue and black—how about that

On Sunday mornings, they play their hearts

Bramley boys, a work of art