It grieves me to lose a classmate,
For you recall them when they were young,
Like an old song from your past,
Our favorite old tunes that we sung, 
And though you go your separate way's, 
You remember much simpler day's, 
Like who will you ask to prom,
No worries of living without dad and mom,
Indeed the ghost from our hallways prevail,
Till we're gathered, the Spirit of '76 will tell.