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.
