Dimboola Memorial High School Song

Gales of winter rock the hilltop high
Or summer sun strikes down,
But the school gazes west with a steadfast eye
O’er valley green and quiet town.

CHORUS

Daily here we meet and our fellow gleaners greet,
Stripping ears of wheat for the grain of wisdom.
Roam where I may, my mind shall stray
To the school on top of the hill.

Voices call and laughter stirs the air,
Quick games are played and won,
Till the sharp gong sounds and the silence falls,
The search for knowledge must go on.

CHORUS

Come, let us find by the swordblows of the mind
Guidance as we wind over life’s long pathway.
Roam where I may, my mind shall stray
To the school on top of the hill.

Endless at first the shining chain of days,
Until the time draws nigh
When books shall be closed and the last bell rung
And we must bid the school good-bye.

CHORUS

All our deeds shall be as a wreath of memory,
Twined by you and me in the old school’s honour.
Roam where I may, my mind shall stray
To the school on top of the hill

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