[Verse 1]
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

 [bad word] 1]
And I’ll climb that hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound of the things you’ve said today

[Verse 2]
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Merciless the magistrate turns ’round, frowning
And who’s the fool who wears the crown?

 [bad word] 2]
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

[Outro]
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
Liverpool! Liverpool!