On our city’s northern border,
Reared against the sky,
Proudly stands our Alma Mater,
As the years go by.
Onward ever be our watchword,
Conquer and prevail,
Hail to Thee our Alma Mater,
C.H.S. all hail!
‘Round your halls old Alma Mater,
Memories sweet shall throng,
And we’ll all be back there with you,
As we hear this song.
When with moments swiftly flying,
Ages roll between,
Sons as yet unborn will hail thee,
Alma Mater Queen!