THE HALLS OF CENTRAL
Oh, we love the halls of Central
That surround us here today.
And we will not forget,
Though we are far, far away.
In the hallowed halls of Central,
All our eyes will fill with tears
On the day we leave the memories,
Of our four golden years.
When we leave the halls of Central,
We’ll have many tales to tell,
About the dreams we shared,
Before we bid, “Oh farewell!”