We live and die for our Saturdays,
And when that Saturday came,
No greater love than the push and shove
At the gates of the Hillsborough game.

It burst the heart, that sea of red
And every lad was ours
It burst the heart to count the dead,
The petals and the flowers.

But the officer looked over his left shoulder,
A look as hard as stone.
We sang our hearts out in the pouring rain,
"You'll never walk alone."

When Saturday Came by Robb Johnson. 96 football fans died in the Hillsborough Disaster on April 15, 1989.