Alma Mater


Where the graceful fronds of palm trees
Shade each stately wall,
Edison stands, our Alma Mater,
Guardian of us all.
Hither come we from all corners
Of our spacious land;
Youth’s bright morning sun shines here on
One united band.
May we add by word and action,
Luster to her name,
Following her guiding beacon
In our search for fame.
May we, when life’s sun is sinking
Down the western sky,
Still keep faith with Alma Mater,
With dear Edison High.