The Carville National Anthem
(to the tune of a little town called Bethlehem)
At Carville’s heart unbounded pride,
Fair azure it’s ancient sky is seen…
With heads upright on honors side;
Amid the vales, and hills and dene.
Gentle Carvilleans pursue the good,
Arise triumphant in work and play…
No lesser bond than that forged by blood;
They guard their land and vow to stay.
With noble pride they treasure their past,
Yet forward mightily to future stride…
All equal in importance to the last;
Narrow the path but their way is wide.
People of Carville never falters or trips,
Striding onward in a steady march…
With the nations anthem on their lips;
With hearts hospitable and security watch.
They never surrender to the laws of fate,
Forever the brave, they shun all fear…
For each new glorious day they wait;
In fortitude they hold too dear.
Blessed is the sweet land that they love,
With strength and might girded round…
A grave and solemn anthem of the brave;
In fair equality they are all bound.
All Rights Reserved & Copyright 'Lord Carville,' David John Drew 2002
