Crimson Tide

Crimson rolls
The tide comes in
from the road of old.
To the top,
and never lose hold.
The field of green
is always in our dreams.
Crimson rolls
Not like any ordinary stone,
but with purpose
meant to be known.
We come
to see the glory.
In which we call the best.
Crimson rolls
When the whistle blows,
and the crowd explodes
The tide will come
to meet the tone,
and at the end.
What will it be ?
Crimson rolls!