ALMA MATER

Mid sparkling lakes and mountains fair

Piercing the sky

High on a hill midst beauty rare

Stands our Lake Placid High

With purpose high and spirits bright

We march on the road to fame

Making each foot print clear

To mark a path in Placid's name

Through the years Lake Placid High

We'll sing to you

Thinking of our dear old school

'Midst the mountains blue

Though we roam o'er land and sea

Our love for you n'er dies

For we will make the world re-echo

With the praise of Placid High