We sing to thee, dear L.H.S.
And of Maroon and Gray,
Of all high schools your name we bless,
And help to lead the way.
No matter where we go from here,
No matter when we leave,
Your name we’ll evermore revere,
Oh, L.H.S. believe!
List as the shadows softly fall,
We hear from far and near,
Drift o’er the hills and valleys all,
A melody so clear;
It is the song of those who come,
Once more to hail and bless,
The school and each forgotten chum,
Hurrah, for L.H.S.
Composed in 1923
Words by Marjorie Zimmerman at age 19 and Zenita Zimmerman Kuhlman at age 17