Class Song 1967
As we stand here side by side, ‘neath the setting sun,
The challenge of the future now, must be met and won.
To Framingham, our Framingham, our thanks we all bestow.
The class of ’67 bids goodbye it’s time to go.
Memories we all have made through the passing years
To form a bond that none can break, a shield against our fears.
To Framingham, our Framingham, ’67 of North High, We’ll hold you close inside our hearts and never let you die.
“God of Our Fathers”
God of our fathers whose Almighty hand
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band
Of shining worlds in splendor through he skies.
Our grateful songs before thy throne arise.