| You have been told in the stories of old,
Of the gold at the rainbow's end;
Of the silver that gleams in the land of our dreams,
Where hues of the rainbow blend. There's a place that I know where the good fellows go,
And where each loyal heart beats high;
Tho' you search where you will you'll come back to it still,
Dear old building against the sky.
For the rainbow comes down in dear Afton
In the center of Afton High.
There's a school that is worth
All the wealth of the earth
And for her we'll live and die.
In the heart of our dear Alma Mater,
'Neath the hill looking over the town.
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From out of the blue of the sky
Into old Afton High,
That's the place where the rainbow comes down.
Ever loyal and true, Alma Mater to you,
Are the sons of the White and the Red.
Ever ready to fight for the cause that is right
Till the last of the foe has fled;
And in time yet to come when our school days are done
And we meet for the last good-bye,
Thru the mist of our tears we'll look back to the years
That we spent here in Afton High.
For the rainbow comes down in dear Afton
In the center of Afton High.
There's a school that is worth
All the wealth of the earth
And for her we'll live and die.
In the heart of our dear Alma Mater,
'Neath the hill looking over the town.
From out of the blue of the sky
Into old Afton High,
That's the place where the rainbow comes down. | |
