Updated for 2014/15:
Abide with me; fast falls our finals hopes;
the darkness deepens; can the Fever cope?
When casual fans all fall away and flee,
Wellington Phoenix, O abide with me.
Swift to its close another loss today;
earth's joys grow dim; Victory pulls away;
angst and despair in the forum I see;
Wellington Phoenix, O abide with me.
I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil Adelaide's power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Wellington Phoenix, O abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Ernie’s midfield press;
Jests are lightweight, and Heart has no success.
Where is the Bling? Where, grave, Perth Glory?
We triumph still, Phoenix abide with me.
Put up thy cross before they close thee down;
ghost through the gap, like goals scored by Tim Brown.
McGlinchey breaks, and scores to make it three;
Wellington Phoenix, O abide with me.
Dark moments, serious lyrics, somber tone
Save that for end of season shall we?