AlmaMater
 
 

Rising midst the waving cane fields

Underneath the blue

There our well-loved Alma Mater

Grandly stands in view.

 

Swell the chorus louder ever

Sing a grand hurrah

Hail to thee our Alma Mater

Dear Old Pāʻia.

 

Where the boundless purple mountains

Reach unto the sky

There our love will center ever

Love that cannot die.

 

For our love for Alma Mater,

Time can never cool

We will ever sing thy praises

Dear Pāʻia School.