(Verse 1)
A hundred and twenty years have whispered by
Since first they opened up these doors so wide
And many souls have passed on through, with dreams inside
And some of us remain here, standing side by side
We call ourselves the Alumni now, with graying hair
But when we walk onto this campus, we are children there
(Chorus)
Oh, St. Joseph's, the love we hold is deep and true
In a faded memory, we return to you
From the morning assembly to the final bell's sound
On this hallowed ground, our youth was found
We are your sons, and though the years may roll
Your fire still burns within our soul.
(Verse 2)
I remember the tiffin carrier, the bag of books so heavy
The call of attendance, a voice I still can hear
The "Yes, Sir!" in the classroom, so brave and steady
The short interval, a moment of sweet cheer
Rushing to the ground for a hundred different matches
A field of dreams made real with makeshift patches
(Bridge)
The goal posts made of slippers, of scattered stone
But every boy still knew his ball, his own
The race down to the canteen, the aluminum plate
One floating idli in a sambar lake
The mass drill lines, the caning's stinging pain
The discipline that shaped us, again and again
It made us what we are, it showed us how to stand
With purpose in our hearts, and faith in every hand
(Chorus)
Oh, St. Joseph's, the love we hold is deep and true
In a faded memory, we return to you
From the morning assembly to the final bell's sound
On this hallowed ground, our youth was found
We are your sons, and though the years may roll
Your fire still burns within our soul.
(Verse 3)
And every year, a promise that we keep,
On the first Saturday in December, our memories run deep.
This year again, the sixth, in twenty-twenty-five,
We'll gather here, so grateful to be alive.
And that is why we're gathered here, to serve and guide
To walk beside the needy, with our doors open wide
To give back just a fraction of the gifts we gained
A legacy of service, in your honored name
Time passes, we too shall pass, like leaves upon a stream
But the legend of this school remains, a bright and endless dream
(Outro)
Associations come and go, it's true
All for the love of their school
All for the love of you.
For the love of you.