Verse 1
In the hills of Appalachia,
Pointing to the sky,
Stands, beloved, our Alma Mater
Holding ideals high.
Chorus
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater,
We thy praises sing.
Swell the chorus, all who love her:
Hail, all hail to King!
Verse 2
After college days we檒l cherish
Memories of thee,
Treasure ties that ne檈r can perish
Formed at old K.C.
Repeat Chorus