There’s a high school on a hill-top in the
land where roses grow;
Every breeze for morning greets her from
Sierras capped with snow.
Roseville High our Alma Mater,
to our hearts thou’rt ever dear,
And we’ll cherish thy remembrance thru
every coming year.
We’ll sing a song to Roseville High and
Sing it with a will.
Where’er we turn, our hearts will yearn
For the High School on the hill.
