Our College, shaped by many hands,

And our hearts from varied lands,

We serve tomorrow and today,

Preserve her yesterday.

We learn, here tales and elders tell

Of People, Science, Art;

And to the Young ‘mongst whom we dwell,

The myst’ries we’ll impart.

For life learning grasped avails,

Equips us from now on;

And gives us tools to blaze new trails,

Long after we are gone.

Then when it’s time to pull up roots,

And painful farewells say,

We’ll take – some sweet, some bitter – fruitsAs memories, away.

Music by Daphne Scott
Words by Kwame Apata