Our Alma Mater
“Dogwood and Rhododendron”
Music and lyrics by T. W. Gibson and G. A. Gurney
’Mid the dogwood and rhododendron,
That good land of mine;
Where the Cavaliers and the Pioneers
Set our college up beside the Lonesome Pine.
There we will, forever, be singing the praise
Of the dogwood and rhododendron,
And Clinch Valley days.
Dear old Clinch Valley
Around her we’ll rally.
For dear old Clinch Valley
Our voices we’ll raise.
When we are leaving
Our hearts will be grieving.
We’ll remember Clinch Valley
The rest of our days.
Though the green leaves and flow'ring blossoms
May wither and fade,
When the winter’s o’er there will come some more
And the hills again in splendor be arrayed.
Then we who are here now have passed on our way
There’ll be others to see Clinch Valley
Forever will stay.
And the dogwood and rhododendron
On good land did thrive
As the Cavaliers in those early years
In these mountain lands for better lives did strive.
So we will forever remember our ties
To Clinch Valley our mother college