So Now It's All a Memory

Here is Dear Old St. Mary's

The School of great renown.

Girls from most every state in

the Union,

wore her Graduation Gown.

Then we heard the sad story,

They would take Boarders no

more,

The Mothers and Students were

grieved,

When they found the closed door

We all missed the Boarders,

when they no more went for

their walk.

Sixty, seventy, or eighty,

made a very numerous flock.

But as time passed on,

we accustomed ourselves to their

way.

And tried not to remember,

the things of yesterday.

Today St. Mary's is nothing but

rubble and ruin,

I am told they will replace her

with another

Very, very soon,

But though it may be made of

silver and gold,

There is nothing on earth can

replace the old.

For each class room, each tiny

nook,

Has a memory for someone, all

you need do is look.

There's the Golden Stairs, so

polished and slick,

When caught on these, you

moved right quick.

The gym, oh what fun we all

had there.

Especially during the Irish Fair.

The Stage where Class Plays

were given,

And the little Chapel so close to

Heaven.

The long and winding halls

And then, Sister Maxine's Paintings

on the walls.

Sister Flores' Music Room,

instruments old and new,

they all went up in smoke too.

The dorms where laughter rang

so loud,

Was blackened by the darkest

cloud.

There is the Cross, Well it still

stands,

And Mary with her guiding hands

The colored window in the rear,

And Jesus watching with no fear.

As vicious flames lapped to and

fro.

And everything there had to go.

When after flames and smoke

had cleared,

St. Mary's looked so very weird.

The chimneys looked so proud

and tall,

Against the smoldering crumbling

wall.

As if to say our work is done,

Farewell, farewell to everyone.

The firemen so brave and true

Fought long and hard for me

and you,

I guess there things are meant

to be,

So now is all A MEMORY