School House On The Hill

Fond memory paints us scenes of other years

We need our memories still

And Christ amid those joyous seats and chairs

The school house on the hill

Oh the school house that stands upon the hill

I never never can forget

Dear happy days they gather round me still

I never no never can forget

There hangs a swing up on the maple tree

Where you and I once swung

There flows the spring forever flowing free

As when we both were young

There climbs the vines and there the berries grow

Which once we prized so high

And there the ripe sun glistened in the grove

Of rich October skies