Brighton & Hove Albion

On the south‑coast where the sea sighs soft,
Brighton & Hove Albion takes to the pitch,
Seagulls wheeling over the Amex,
Their wings a flash of white and blue.

From the Championship’s gritty climb
To the Premier League’s bright arena,
They chase each ball with stubborn heart,
A tide of hope that will not yield.

Fans in the North Stand sing their song,
Voices rising like the gulls’ cry,
While the defence stands firm as cliffs,
And forwards dart like gulls in flight.

Here, where the pier meets the sky,
Albion’s colours flutter proud—
A community, a club, a dream,
Forever chasing the sunrise.