[Verse]
Back in the day, Fergie had us flyin',
Trophies stackin' up, we ain't even tryin'.
Teams trembled, heard our name, they were cryin',
Champions League nights, electricity multiplyin'.
[Verse 2]
Old Trafford fortress, dreams and the scenes,
Giggs on the wing, Scholes midfield machine.
Rooney makin' defenders lose their spleen,
Winning every battle, future always seen.
[Chorus]
Gone are the days, red glory shines dim,
We once rode with kings, now hope lookin' slim.
Echoes of chants, memories ain't a whim,
Fergie's legacy, forever in our hymn.
[Verse 3]
Sir Alex, master tactician with grace,
Opponents lost before they stepped in the place.
Every game a thriller, tough to erase,
His reign, a golden era, can't replace.
[Bridge]
Miss the roar, the crowd in unison singin',
Dreams we pursued, every single spring in.
Our enemies, their nightmare was us wingin',
Endless celebrations, forever hearts clingin'.
[Verse 4]
Now we search for that magic, that spell,
Want that Old Trafford where legends once dwell.
United we stand, stories to tell,
Future's uncertain, but memory, it compels.