The Holy City (Taken and lyrics adapted and rearranged to compile the school song) Music by Stephen Adams;words by Frederick E. Weatherly and A.L. Ardé
Song Lyrics
Last night I lay a-sleeping There came a dream so fair, I stood in old Sycamore Beside the school gates there. I heard the children singing, And ever as they sang Methought the voice of angels From heaven in answer rang, Methought the voice of angels From heaven in answer rang.
Sycamore Academy Open your hearts and sing, Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna to our King!
And then methought my dream was changed, The old bell no longer rang. Hushed were the glad Hosannas The little children sang. The sun grew dark with mystery, The morn was cold and chill, As the shadow of a cross arose Upon a lonely hill, As the shadow of a cross arose Upon a lonely hill.
Sycamore Academy! Hark! How the angels sing, Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna to our King!
And once again the scene was changed, New earth there seemed to be. I saw the new Sycamore To new strengths we all agree The light of God was on the school, The doors were open wide, And all who would might enter, Were never pushed aside. No need of moon or stars by night, Or sun to shine by day; It was the new Sycamore That would not pass away, It was the new Sycamore That would not pass away.
Sycamore Academy Sing for the night is o’er! Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna forevermore!