Woodstock (words to the song)
 Brightly. Words and Music by Robert Leland Fleming 1. Come let us sing of dear old Woodstock, School that weve loved so long. Up in the high Himalayan mountains that's where I be-long. Here many scenes that mem-o-ries weave of friendly halls that we have to leave. [Chorus:] Oh, cheer for Wood-stock and the Brown and Gold We will e-ver love thee, Thy hon-or we'll up-hold, Sing thy prai-ses o-ver land and sea As we pledge to-ge-ther our loy-al-ty. 2. Northward there rise the snow-capped moun-tains, Southward the Doonland fills, Westward the roads of old Mussoorie, Eastward blue Tehri Hills Here many hap-py school days were mine 'Mid fern-oaks and whis- per-ing pine. [Chorus:] Oh, cheer for Wood-stock and the Brown and Gold We will e-ver love thee, Thy hon-or we'll up-hold, Sing thy prai-ses o-ver land and sea As we pledge to-ge-ther our loy-al-ty.
[Poem - ] MUSSOORIE by Vera Frances North, east and west tall mountains rise Range beyond range, until the gleam,- That glimpse c' etemal snows against pale skies,- Rewards brave visitors who stream Along the chakkar; those who puff and blow But skill detemained, panting onward go. When the skies are starred at night And the crystal atmosphere Makes the stars and lights appear Scintillating, clear and bright, Then smiles my heart, my heart is glad To watch those miles in sable clad; For in the darkness I see flung A radiant, diamond necklace strung With twinkling stars . . .
Vera Frances
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