St Johnstone

At McDiarmid Park the sky turns blue and gold,
Where St Johnstone’s lads chase dreams both brave and bold.
Their striped shirts ripple like the Tay’s soft tide,
A town’s proud heartbeat, never shoved aside.

From Perth’s historic streets to every distant stand,
Fans sing in chorus, hand in hand, hand in hand.
Through rain‑slicked pitches and the frost‑kissed night,
They fight for honour, clinging to the light.

The whistle blows, the crowd erupts in cheer,
A anthem old yet ever fresh each year.
In victory’s glow or defeat’s quiet sigh,
St Johnstone’s spirit never says goodbye.

So raise a scarf, let voices rise and swell—
For the Saints, we stand, we love, we fare‑thee‑well.