Can you tell why my heart is set a-swinging
With a vibrant motion each recurring fall?
Do you fathom why my soul begins a-singing,
Like a maiden answering her lover's call?
A place there is that claims my fond affection,
Fondly drawing me as does a mother's heart.
No matter where I roam, a place that's always home,
Of God's great lovely world, a goodly part.
O, Lakeland, My Alma Mater,
Heaven's blessings rest upon thee day by day;
And may the God above, in bounty and in love,
Thy goodness unto me, thy child, repay.
But, parts of it are true. Not sure about the "...like a maiden answering her lover's call...", but you know. The pictures of us on the wall show that we were part of something bigger than ourselves. We are part of this 150 year history. It was cool to see.
|All three of us were there...|
|Alto section, probably not good to have me, right next to BSW, |
but we were relatively well behaved.
|I think this was the Mozart Requiem.|
Wow, did I look soooo young!
|Brat Fry at the Piggly Wiggly|
|O Lakeland, My Alma Mater|
But, my favorite memory of the day came from my FF on this board...