We love thee, school of Trion
Among thy dear hills,
We love thee, school of Trion,
Our very hearts thrill.
To think of thy bounty
Poured out by God's hand,
On Trion, dear Trion,
Our own favored land.
Thy hilltops serene
Call us out from all strife.
Thy woods and wildflowers
Add rapture to life.
Thy streams ever changing
Flow true to the sea.
And may we, thy children,
Live true unto thee.