Come now to the campus true sons of Geneva; With one accord in song your voices raise. Proclaim loud the glory, those walls old and hoary; The college where I spent such happy days.
Chorus:
Then come Geneva sons; Ne'er let the proud chorus fail, That tell in proud measure how fondly we treasure The college beside the Beaver vale.
It's true sons are jewels, a mother adorning, Resplendent alma mater's brow with light. Her children wide scattered are ev'rywhere loyal to Geneva, our country and the right.
1 comment:
Where so many love stories began. :)
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