Curtain Falls on Marching Season
- The fiery leaves of autumn fall,
- The wind a brisk promise of winter,
- The clarinets tune,
- The trombones slide,
- The trumpets roar,
- The flutes flutter,
- The drums beat a melody,
- the mellophone plays a C,
- The uniforms are pressed,
- The shakos are on,
- the gauntlets are off,
- we are ready to play our song,
- We like gladiators enter the Colosseum,
- leave our hearts on the turf,
- the chorus and melody enter twines,
- up, up, up, into the stadium lights,
- the last performance of marching season,
- is upon us.