THE JOYFUL SOUND

The Joyful Sound

We’re the Joyful Sound, not just a noise,
A chorus of seasoned girls and boys.
With Broadway dreams, we lift our song,
And prove that seniors still belong.

From Oklahoma! to The King and I,
We raise our voices toward the sky.
We’ve got Music Man right in our bones,
And Phantom’s echoes in our tones.

We dare to dream with Les Misérables,
We sing of Cats both great and small.
Our South Pacific hearts still pound,
And My Fair Lady comes around.

Sound of Music fills the air,
While Carousel spins without a care.
A dash of Annie, a touch of Grease,
We’re not retiring — we’ve found release!

Yes, Fiddler on the Roof still plays,
We’ve counted many “Seventy-Six Trombones” in our days.
Though some may think we’re past our prime,
We sing with angels, keeping time.

So here’s to Laura, who leads us through,
Our voices blend, both old and new.
At Merrill Gardens, we’re campus pride,
With Broadway’s glory at our side.

We’re not just noise, we’re heaven-bound,
We’re Broadway’s echo — the Joyful Sound!