Alma Mater


On thy hills of green,
Like a stately queen,
We behold thee Blue Ridge High
Alma Mater thou, lead thy students now,
In the paths our minds should follow.
Hail to thee, oh majesty,
Teacher of the truth,
Guide and friend, with thee we spend
These golden moments of our youth.
But the time goes by, and the years will fly,
With the swiftness of the swallow.
Then we’ll go our way, but a part of us
Will stay in thy halls, oh dear Blue Ridge,
Hail oh Blue Ridge High.