Verse 1
In the hills of Appalachia, Pointing to the sky, Stands, beloved, our Alma Mater Holding ideals high.
Chorus
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater, We thy praises sing. Swell the chorus, all who love her: Hail, all hail to King!
Verse 2
After college days we’ll cherish Memories of thee, Treasure ties that ne’er can perish Formed at old K.C.
Repeat Chorus