Proudly she stands as the years roll by,
Towering toward the sky.
Bringing you johs that will never die.
That's dear old Forest High.

Giving us faith as a guide to live by.
Never to let it die.
Uniting us in a closer tie.
That's dear old Forest High

Chorus:

All praise to thee, our molder of mind,
Maker of true mankind.
May all our hearts you closer bind
And greater love be thine.