• Lyrics by Bernice Margeret Bradford
    Music by J.B. Gale
    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.