Our School Song
We ‘launched’ our first ever school song on Thursday January the 28th 2015. Thanks to the ideas of the children and staff and the work of Mr. Whitty we now have a song to be proud of. The lyrics and music were composed by Mr. Whitty and the themes reflect the history the learning and the extra – curricular activities we do in Cloghroe.
Click on the play button to hear the song and please find the words of the song below:
Click on the play button to hear the song and please find the words of the song below:
Verse 1:
The builder mixed the mortar in 1968,
Then he spread it on his mud board and the first bricks soon were laid,
He said I'm proud of these foundations, I have poured my strongest stuff,
Five classrooms for five teachers that will surely be enough.
Chorus:
Still our garden grows by the sculpted crows,
Where the weather vane knows,
Which way the wind blows,
And the dreams we sow,
Take root below,
And they'll grow strong and tall as we stretch towards the light.
Verse 2:
As time it keeps on marching more buildings they appear,
Like a piece of cubist artwork that keeps growing on the hill,
Each September children fly in on helicopter seeds,
Then the seasons mark the roll-books of a second family.
Chorus:
Still our garden grows by the sculpted crows,
Where the weather vane knows,
Which way the wind blows,
And the dreams we sow,
Take root below,
And they'll grow strong and tall as we stretch towards the light.
Verse 3:
We have the spirit of adventure, the soul of a pioneer,
Just like the good Saint Senan who they say once settled here,
Our talents are reflected in everything we do,
In our play and our learning in our sports and quizzes too!
Chorus:
Still our garden grows by the sculpted crows,
Where the weather vane knows,
Which way the wind blows,
And the dreams we sow,
Take root below,
And they'll grow strong and tall as we stretch towards the light.
The builder mixed the mortar in 1968,
Then he spread it on his mud board and the first bricks soon were laid,
He said I'm proud of these foundations, I have poured my strongest stuff,
Five classrooms for five teachers that will surely be enough.
Chorus:
Still our garden grows by the sculpted crows,
Where the weather vane knows,
Which way the wind blows,
And the dreams we sow,
Take root below,
And they'll grow strong and tall as we stretch towards the light.
Verse 2:
As time it keeps on marching more buildings they appear,
Like a piece of cubist artwork that keeps growing on the hill,
Each September children fly in on helicopter seeds,
Then the seasons mark the roll-books of a second family.
Chorus:
Still our garden grows by the sculpted crows,
Where the weather vane knows,
Which way the wind blows,
And the dreams we sow,
Take root below,
And they'll grow strong and tall as we stretch towards the light.
Verse 3:
We have the spirit of adventure, the soul of a pioneer,
Just like the good Saint Senan who they say once settled here,
Our talents are reflected in everything we do,
In our play and our learning in our sports and quizzes too!
Chorus:
Still our garden grows by the sculpted crows,
Where the weather vane knows,
Which way the wind blows,
And the dreams we sow,
Take root below,
And they'll grow strong and tall as we stretch towards the light.