Far above the sultry stillness
of the lowland clime,
Up among the mountain breezes
'mid the rock and pine.
Where the rivers flow so swiftly
and the air is cool,
Grows a plant both young and thrifty,
Our own Easter School.

Wave ye treetops blow ye breezes,
join our chorus too;
Sing we one and all our praises
to our Easter School.

Learned be all the lessons taught us
by our teachers true,
Prized be all the friendships made here
both the old and new.
Hail to thee our school! We'll ever
loud thy praises swell;
We shall never cease to love thee
though we say farewell.