THE FRESHMAN YEAR
(John Albers / B. Cormstock)

The Four Freshmen


Autumn, hayrides, winter sleighrides in the snow. 
Every moment's a souvenir of our wonderful freshman year. 
Springtime dances, new romances come and go. 
And each memory brings a tear for our wonderful freshman year. 
Tho graduation day will pass and friends may drift apart. 
The warm and happy freshman year will live within my heart. 
We'll remember each September, 
And you know all the days were so sweet and dear in our wonderful freshman year. 
We'll remember one September that set our hearts aglow, 
All the days were so sweet and dear in our wonderful freshman year.


(Contributed by lcooper - March 2005)