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"It is essential that school customs be handed down from year to year and be full of significance. What is embodied in school tradition and incorporated in the ordered life of the school from season to season will communicate to the student body a continued experience from which that custom sprang. When that sentiment is sincere and true, the custom will be a channel through which the emotion may renew itself, deepening and enriching both the individual and the school"
-Miss Hillard
If you would like a copy of the sheet music, please phone Director of Music Robert Havery at (203) 577-4566 or e-mail him at rhavery@westoverschool.org
-Miss Hillard
If you would like a copy of the sheet music, please phone Director of Music Robert Havery at (203) 577-4566 or e-mail him at rhavery@westoverschool.org
- Auld Lang Syne
- Jerusalem
- Make way, for Westover comes marching
- Oh, Hail, Thou Power of Whom We Learn
- Raise Now to Westover
- Simple Gifts
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind,
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne my dear, for auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
And here's a hand, my trusty friend, and give a hand of thine;
We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne,
For auld lang syne my dear, for auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne my dear, for auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
And here's a hand, my trusty friend, and give a hand of thine;
We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne,
For auld lang syne my dear, for auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our unclouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here, Among those dark Satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.
And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our unclouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here, Among those dark Satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.
Make way, for Westover comes marching
Make way, for Westover comes marching,
From each heart give a rousing cheer;
For the spirit that forever will unite us,
Let our voices ring out clear.
And with our banner floating upward
Above, for all to see,
We raise our motto ever
"To Think, To Do, To Be"
And singing "Hail now to Westover,"
Raise your voices high,
Westover forevermore, we raise our cry.
From each heart give a rousing cheer;
For the spirit that forever will unite us,
Let our voices ring out clear.
And with our banner floating upward
Above, for all to see,
We raise our motto ever
"To Think, To Do, To Be"
And singing "Hail now to Westover,"
Raise your voices high,
Westover forevermore, we raise our cry.
Oh, Hail, Thou Power of Whom We Learn
Oh, Hail, thou power of whom we learn
To Think, To Do, To Be,
Still stands our spirit unimpaired
For all futurity.
By minds kept clean and straight to think,
We shall prove worthy thee,
And unto those who come, bequeath
A perfect legacy.
We shall be ever unafraid,
Our hands are strong to do,
Thou gave us always when we failed
The will to start anew.
Oh, Hail, thou power of Westover,
We think and do by thee.
So through thee, too, our hearts shall learn
The better way to be!
To Think, To Do, To Be,
Still stands our spirit unimpaired
For all futurity.
By minds kept clean and straight to think,
We shall prove worthy thee,
And unto those who come, bequeath
A perfect legacy.
We shall be ever unafraid,
Our hands are strong to do,
Thou gave us always when we failed
The will to start anew.
Oh, Hail, thou power of Westover,
We think and do by thee.
So through thee, too, our hearts shall learn
The better way to be!
Raise Now to Westover
Raise now to Westover voices loud and clear,
To thee, with loyal hearts, we raise our cheer.
Raise to the skies above and praise the school we love;
Westover, forevermore, we sing to thee.
Now, as in years to come, our thoughts will be
Of Westover and the years spent with thee.
Our motto ever, "To Think, To Do, To Be,"
Westover, forevermore, we sing to thee.
To thee, with loyal hearts, we raise our cheer.
Raise to the skies above and praise the school we love;
Westover, forevermore, we sing to thee.
Now, as in years to come, our thoughts will be
Of Westover and the years spent with thee.
Our motto ever, "To Think, To Do, To Be,"
Westover, forevermore, we sing to thee.
Simple Gifts
'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed,
To turn, turn, will be our delight
'Til thy turning, turning, we come down right.
'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed,
To turn, turn, will be our delight
'Til thy turning, turning, we come down right.
'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
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