College Song

On the hill of the rising sun

Stands a college we hold so dear.

Rooted deep is our loyalty,

Grounded firm is our faith sincere.

 

In our hearts will ever ever be

Blue and White, a blessed memory;

Through the years our voices raise

In praise to thee, all hail! York! Hail!

 

Looking down on the busy town

Stands the college with aims so high;

For the best in our work and sport,

We are glad we can sound the cry.

 

In our hearts will ever ever be

Blue and White, a blessed memory;

Through the years our voices raise

In praise to thee, all hail! York! Hail!

 

Ruby Carol Rickard © 1943 by York University