ALMA MATER

In the great Blue Ridge

Stands a Lonesome Pine

And its branches spread

O'er that school of mine.

And the memories wrought

By that glorious sight

Fill my heart with glee

Through the weary night.

Appalachia High School,

We love you,

With a heart so brave and true...

Time may turn your walls to dust, 

But cherish still, our dreams we must.

Words:  Mr. Charles Locke
Music:  Mr. J. D. Flanary

             

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