Oh Guy’s Hill High the echo sounds
I hear you call; calling me
Your bells are ringing island round
Moulded lives give thanks to thee
Dear Guy’s Hill High
You taught me well
To be Jamaican proud;
Loving and true
Tall as the willows
Strong as the hills
We’ve climbed to you.
Nestled on a green St. Catherine mount
Our Homes, our school, our teachers
Great Guy’s Hill High can give account
Make us in our school believers
We praise and give thee thanks with love
For being a kind God-fearing school
Moulded minds guided from above
Making ready with life’s tools.
We love, cherish great Guy’s Hill High
These halls are our forever
This our school we’ll hold on high
And sing her praise forever.