Fond memory paints us scenes of other years
We need our memories still
And Christ amid those joyous seats and chairs
The school house on the hill

   Oh the school house that stands upon the hill
   I never never can forget
   Dear happy days they gather round me still
   I never no never can forget

There hangs a swing up on the maple tree
Where you and I once swung
There flows the spring forever flowing free
As when we both were young

There climbs the vines and there the berries grow
Which once we prized so high
And there the ripe sun glistened in the grove
Of rich October skies