ALMA MATER SONG
Central, my Central, our Alma Mater true;
Our praise we’ll sing to you day after day.
We’ll keep thine honor dear, save thee from every fear,
Thy name we will revere, when far away.
Central, my Central, loved, honored be thy name
And everywhere the same, through north and south.
May thou forever stand, renowned in every land,
Supreme in heart and hand, we love thee best.
by Dr. Francis Howard Rose
Hope of coming generations,
Gleaming dawn of day;
Fill with lofty venerations
All we think and say;
Central Spirit, lead us onward,
Loyal make each son,
Till we find our efforts honored
With the Master’s words “Well done!”
We’ve a wealth of school day mem’ries
That makes for manhood in man,
And a rich and broad horizon
Central students scan;
Here’s a leadership fraternal
For Eastern nations to see,
For a renaissance supernal
Sweeps our Isles from sea to sea.
RAISE A SONG
Raise a song for dear old Central
Fair and far renowned;
Let her campus ring with echoes,
Make her halls resound,
Franklin, Weston, Roblee ringing,
Lopez Hall replies
Hark! Upon the distant mountains
How the fading echo dies.
THE GOLD AND THE BLUE
When we leave thy halls, dear Central
To waiting tasks we go.
Will schoolday joys our hearts enthrall?
How much pain will our hearts know?
But we’ll faithful be in life’s noon or shade,
Pledge our troth each day anew.
‘Gainst the time when memory shall fade,
Here’s a song that will keep us true.
These treasures ours who are Central’s,
Golden chains that bind us, too:
To love of friends who spurn the false
and would have us to be true-blue
Open minds, and hearts all ready to share
A neighbor’s ill or woe
For this heritage beyond compare
Here’s a song for the Gold and Blue.