It’s actually a school song, taught to me in Grade School. I don’t know why it does the thing that it does to me…if it’s the lyrics, or the martial tune, or both. But when the song is done, I’m ready to slug it out again.
Here it is:
Herald the Bedans coming,
May their fellowship never cease;
Molded by bold undaunted men
of pray’r; work and peace,
Through the carefree days of our boyhood
And the visions of our youth
You gave us the wisdom of Benedict’s soul
Faith in God and love of the truth
When we encounter trials and hardships,
We shall give you honor and fame,
For nothing but these show our loyalty clear
To our Alma Mater’s name.
Bring out the challenges, we’ll win them all;
And fear neither fire nor blood;
Bedans will answer the clarion’s call
For San Beda, our country, and God.
I found that on the ‘net. And discovered that I had a few words wrong, and that it’s not entitled ‘Herald the Bedans Coming’ but ‘ALMA MATER HYMN’. And guess what… the composer is the late Raul S. Roco.
Had I known that little fact over a year ago, then I would have voted differently in the last presidential elections. Sigh.
For you Mr. Roco.