The Theatre Of Dreams

It has seen 'em march, It has seen 'em hitting the bump,

It has seen 'em perish, It has seen 'em triumph,

It has seen their heroics,

and It has seen 'em rising from the ashes like a phoenix.

In here,

Seldom we fall behind, Often we come back strong,

They all come at once, They all come criticize,

But time and time again we've Proved 'em wrong,

Its made for Glory, Its made for fans, made up of Chants and wholehearted songs,

The host to the Class of '92, The place where Busby Babes belong,

The land of Sir Bobby Charlton, The Edwards, The Bests, and The Cantonas,

The list is everlasting and is only to grow long,

Its the place where GEMS are nurtured,

the place where they turn into THE PLAYERS,

The place which gives visitors their worst nightmares,

The place which is the witness to epic affairs,

We are United, We are THE REDS,

The back yard of Busby Babes,

The glory here never fades. . . The pride in our hearts never dims,

We call it THE THEATRE OF DREAMS . . .

                                                                                                 -V. V. Talavanekar