Song of the wind in the pine trees,
high on the mountain crest.
Song of the waves of the western sea,
where the sun sinks down to rest.

Chorus:

Raise your voices and sing our song, day by day.
Hear their sound of it loud and long, down our way.
Sounding o’er the sea and its cries;
sounding as the mountain replies.
Praise the school to which we belong
at Camps Bay.

Song we shall always remember,
far away though we roam.
Thoughts will return from where we may be,
to the school beside the foam.

Chorus:

Raise your voices and sing our song, day by day.
Hear their sound of it loud and long, down our way.
Sounding o’er the sea and its cries;
sounding as the mountain replies.
Praise the school to which we belong
at Camps Bay.