It stands all alone
At the top of the hill
Surrounded by cornfields
That are ripening still.
That old country schoolhouse
Where we kids used to play,
Where we learned from our grammars
That we read from each day.
Its towering bell
Will no longer toll,
To the youthful minds
Of so long ago.
So many just like it
Have now disappeared,
It's sad and it's a shame
That their extinction has neared.
And so, to the few
That do still remain,
May God watch over you-
That you stand not in vain.