Belle Isle County Primary School Song
When Belle Isle School began in 1951
The building was quite new
But much had to be done.
With joy and pride, the children tried
To make hard work their rule.
And now we all are proud to bear
The name of Belle Isle School
Each year has brought success
In many different ways.
The boys and girls in sport
Deserve our highest praise.
Their zest's the same, whate'er the game.
The school cheers all the while.
To spur them on with shout and song -
'Well tried, well played, Belle Isle.'
As older scholars leave
For life in other spheres.
The lessons they have learned
They carry through the years.
With kindly words and helpful deeds,
With hard work as their rule.
They proudly have upheld the name
And fame of Belle Isle School.
The building was quite new
But much had to be done.
With joy and pride, the children tried
To make hard work their rule.
And now we all are proud to bear
The name of Belle Isle School
Each year has brought success
In many different ways.
The boys and girls in sport
Deserve our highest praise.
Their zest's the same, whate'er the game.
The school cheers all the while.
To spur them on with shout and song -
'Well tried, well played, Belle Isle.'
As older scholars leave
For life in other spheres.
The lessons they have learned
They carry through the years.
With kindly words and helpful deeds,
With hard work as their rule.
They proudly have upheld the name
And fame of Belle Isle School.
Kumbaya Lord
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbayah
Someone's crying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbayah
Someone's crying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world