The sounds of Anderson live in my heart,
Live in my memories, the sounds of joy;
The dreams of Anderson tell tales of tears and happiness
In golden days gone by.
Seeds of learning will flourish;
New friends will guide us through the land.
These are the friendships we cherish
Touched by God’s almighty hand.
We know we love our alma mater;
We know the joy of life she brings,
Ah, but there’s one thing that only God can know;
What Anderson means to me.
© 2009 Johnny Mann