Class of 63

The Class of 63

They came in a happy bunch
Filling the room with mutual noise
Joking, laughing and hugging
Again they were just girls and boys
Tonight for one more time
The carefree past is recalled
Spilling forth their memories
Of life in the old school halls
A rock and roll band
The age of the gathered crowd
Pounded out hits of yesterday
At a volume far too loud
Some ventured onto the dance floor
Swinging to a rock and roll beat
Pushing their partners around
Who no longer had dancing feet
But this was a special night
No matters who they might be
For one more time they are
The Provine class of 63