Alma Mater University of Arkansas

[Verse 1]
Pure as the dawn on the brow of thy beauty
Watches thy soul from the mountains of God
Over the Fates of thy children departed
Far from the land where their footsteps have trod
Beacon of hope in the ways dreary lighted
Pride of our hearts that are loyal and true
From those who adore unto one who adores us:
Mother of Mothers, we sing unto you

[Verse 2]
We, with our faces turned high to the Eastward
Proud of our place in the vanguard of Truth
Will sing unto thee a new song of thanksgiving:
Honor to God and the Springtime of Youth
Shout of the victor or tear of the vanquished
Sunshine or tempest thy heart is e'er true
Pride of the Hills and the white-laden Lowlands:
Mother of Mothers, we kneel unto you

[Verse 3]
Ever the Legions of Sin will assail us
Ever the Battle in Cities afar
Still in the depths will thy Spirit eternal
Beckon us on like a piloting Star
Down in dim years do thy dead children call thee
Wafted to Sleep while the Springtime was new
We, of the Present, thy hope of the Future:
Mother of Mothers, we pray unto you