Let others sing of college days, Their Alma Mater true, But when we raise our voices, 'Tis only High, for you. We'll ne'er forget those days gone by, Those glorious days of old, When oft we sang the praises of The Crimson and the Gold.
CHORUS: Dear high, dear Central High Thy mem'ries never die. Thy honor we'll cherish and Laud it to the sky, On ballfield or in life, In peace or deadly strife, For thee we all will labor, For thee, oh, dear old High!
Second verse to be sung by alumni only
But when at last we leave behind Thy shelt'ring portals wide, Thy honor still we'll cherish, Whate'er may us betide. And when we congregate again With tuneful voice and strong, With joyful hearts once more we'll sing This same old glorious song.
CHORUS
Words by Horace M. Shell, 1907 and Francis A. Wade, 1907 Music by John L. Waldman, 1907 Arranged by Francis Murphy Second to the last line of the chorus was revised during the '95-'96 school year.
