Upper School Alma Mater

I. Where the Susquehanna’s waters
Kiss her golden sands,
’Mid the hills of fair Wyoming
Alma Mater stands.

Just beyond the busy humming
Of the bustling throng
With her head raised high to heaven
Looks she calmly on.

CHORUS
Raise the chorus, speed it onward,
Loud her praises sing;
Hail to thee, Our Alma Mater
Hail, dear Wyoming.

II. Famous is her name in story
Through her honored ones;
Cherished memory of her glory
Thrills her noble sons.

All her sons shall rally ‘round her,
True they’ll ever be,
’Til they plant her glorious banner,
So that all may see.