Where Chilhowee’s lofty mountains
Pierce the southern blue
Proudly stands our Alma Mater,
Noble, grand, and true.
Orange, Garnet, float forever,
Ensign of our hill!
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater,
Hail to Maryville!
As the hilltop crowned with cedars
Ever green appears,
So the memory fresh shall linger
Through life’s smiles and tears.
— chorus —
Lift the chorus, wake the echoes,
Make the welkin ring!
Hail the queen of all the highlands,
Loud her praises sing!