Albany High Hornets

Lyrics

[Intro]
Friday. The sun dips low.
The lights hum to life, a sudden electric bloom.
The scent of cut grass under stadium glare.
Blue. Gold. Blue. Gold.

[Verse 1]
They built it on Key Route Boulevard.
Nineteen-twenty-nine.
You can still feel the newness in the old brick.
The echo of every locker slam, every bell that cut the silence.
The quiet focus in the library stacks.
The squeak of rubber soles on polished wood in the gym.
All the nervous energy before the first class of the day, building.
Building toward the roar.

[Chorus]
We are the blue!
We are the gold!
We are the story, new and old!
From the quiet streets to this roaring sound!
We are the Albany Hornets!
This is our ground!

[Verse 2]
The student paper has a cougar's name.
"The Cougar's Paw," a strange little piece of the game.
A secret handshake in black and white ink.
A story you know without having to think.
And the Argonaut yearbook holds the faces in time.
Frozen smiles, the triumphs, the climb.
Every page turned is a promise kept.
A memory sleeping while the city slept.

[Chorus]
We are the blue!
We are the gold!
We are the story, new and old!
From the quiet streets to this roaring sound!
We are the Albany Hornets!
This is our ground!

[Bridge]
The ones who cheered from these same wooden bleachers.
Their kids now learning from their kids' teachers.
A thread of color woven through the years.
The same hopes, the same shouts, the same sudden tears of joy.
It all flows back to this name.
This unchanging part of the changing game.

[Outro]
The final whistle screams across the night!
ALBANY!
HORNETS!
Blue and Gold!
Forever told!
Blue and Gold!