BCHS Victory Song
On, on, Green and White!
We are right for the fight tonight!
Hold that ball and hit that line --
Every Big Creek Owl will shine!
We'll fight, fight, fight
For the Green and White
As we roll to that goal -- Victory!
We will kick, pass and run
Till the battle is won,
And we'll bring home the Victory!!!
West Virginia Hills
Words by Ellen King; Music by H. E. Engle
Oh, the West Virginia hills! How majestic and how grand,
With their summits bathed in glory, like our Prince Immanuel's Land!
Is it any wonder then, that my heart with rapture thrills,
As I stand once more with loved ones on those West Virginia hills?
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Oh, the hills, beautiful hills! How I love those West Virginia hills!
If o'er sea or land I roam, still I'll think of happy home,
And my friends among those West Virginia hills.
Oh, the West Virginia hills! Where my childhood hours were passed,
Where I often wandered lonely, and the future tried to cast.
Many are our visions bright, which the future ne'er fulfills,
But how sunny were my daydreams on those West Virginia hills.
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Oh, the West Virginia hills! How unchanged they seem to stand,
With their summits pointed skyward to the Great Almighty's Land.
Many changes I can see, which my heart with sadness fills,
But no changes can be noticed in those West Virginia hills.
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Oh, the West Virginia hills! I must bid you now adieu.
In my home beyond the mountains, I shall ever dream of you.
In the evening time of life, if my Father only wills,
I shall still behold the vision of those West Virginia hills.
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Take Me Home Country Roads
Circa 1971
Words & Music by Bill Danoff, Taffy Nivert and John Denver
Copyright ©Cherry Lane Music Co.
Almost Heaven, West Virginia --
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees,
Younger than the mountains,
Growing like a breeze.
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Country roads, take me home
To the place, I belong --
West Virginia, Mountain Mamma
Take me home, country roads
All my memories gather ’round her.
Mountain lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,
Misty taste of moonshine,
Teardrop in my eye.
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I hear her voice in the morning,
How she calls me…
The radio reminds me of my home far away,
And driving down the road
I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday
…yesterday.
(Chorus)
Take me home, Country roads…
Take me home, Country roads.
