Il Gigante Bueno
	Il Gigante Bueno - King/Pride This is a song about the John Charles, a giant of a man and a giant of welsh and world soccer Born by the sea some time ago Born of the people, destined for more Word soon spread, about this hometown boy Throughout the land he brought such joy Six foot tall he answered the call And helped us rise above them all He made us proud, he made its see That we could taste sweet victory His name was John, he was The King He made his loyal people sing And when they laid the Challenge down He rose up to wear the crown He wore the red and black and white In royal blue he was a sight Admired by friend and foe He was 'Il gigante bueno’ His fame soon spread, his greatness showed As the call came in from the great white rose He gave thent hope, he won their hearts They speak of him still in Northern parts Further still to foreign fields To the Cymric King all pretenders yield For those who love the white and black To this day would long for him back For todays elite - a princely sum But for thase who know, there is but one The gentle smile, the goals long gone There’ll only be one true King John A man so strong who graced his game He still lives on in halls of fame His reign a memory, though years have flown Worshipped still, he’s carved in stone