There was a time so long ago,

While still in Drum Corps, the music would flow.

Titles came and titles went,

But we always looked forward, to the next event.

To play to the crowds, give them the beat,

Make them yell, and get to their feet.

Where are they now, where did they go?

In our memories from so long ago.

The Alumni movement points the way,

For former members to gather and play.

They come from all over, with one thing in mind,

To gather again, to remember that time.

To grab the memory, just once more,

To get the chance (again), to belong to a corps.

To play that horn, to beat that drum,

To march down the street, under the sun.

Our bodies may be tired,

Our hair may have turned gray.

But to belong once again,

Just show us the way.

- Bill Saunders -