Big Game Songs
Hail, Stanford Hail!
Where the rolling foothills rise,
Up t'wards mountains higher,
Where at eve the Coast range lies' in the sunset fire,
Flushing deep and paling;
Here we raise our voices hailing Thee, our Alma Mater.
From the foothills to the bay, it shall ring,
As we sing,
It shall ring and float away;
Hail, Stanford hail! Hail, Stanford hail!