Alma Mater of Washington & Jefferson College
Where the hills of Pennsylvania
Greet the western lea
Stands our dear old Alma Mater
Throned in majesty.
When the shadows of the evening
Gather from the West
Beams still linger on thy turrets,
Those we love the best.
Tho’ at last the falling darkness
Hides thee from our sight,
Morning pours upon thy grandeur,
Floods of radiant light.
From the walls still echo footsteps
Of the great in fame,
All who tread thy halls so stately,
Ever love thy name.
Ring her praises, never ceasing,
We shall ever say,
“Thee we honor, Alma Mater,