School song

She is our own, the darling of our hearts, theShantiniketan.Our dreams are rocked in her arms.Her face is a fresh wonder of love every time wesee her,For she is our own, the darling of our heart.

In the shadows of her trees we meet,In the freedom of her open sky.Her mornings come and her eveningsBringing down heaven’s kisses,Making us feel anew that she is our own, thedarling of our heart.

The stillness of her shades is stirred by the wood-land whisper;Her amlaki groves are aquiver with the raptureof leaves.She dwells in us and around us however far wemay wander.She weaves our hearts in a song making us one inmusic,Tuning our strings of love with her own fingers,And we ever remember that she is our own, thedarling of our heart.