It's empty in the Milan Mandric vault,
Yet we have come this way,
With the stars,
We bought,
To the final stage,
We must go,
I see the light.
We walk down the roads,
Passed Filbert Street,
Many happy memories,
Sad defeats,
We will always triumph,
We won't be beat,
The Leicester boys.
And I,
Will hold on hope,
And I,
Won't let you go,
Where you take me,
I will roam,
I'll find strength in pain,
Never change my ways,
We will rise as we're called again.
Chorus is repeated
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay1z1Z0p6Xg