On a group of rolling hills stands a building we adore.
Tis the Fallbrook Union High School
One we’ll love forever more.
When we leave this school for greater,
And hail their colors bright,
We’ll not forget old Fallbrook
And the dear old red and white.
There are schools both great and mighty,
There are schools both great and small,
But there’s one good thing we’re sure of,
Old Fallbrook beats them all.
We are loyal to our colors
For then we love to fight.
There’s not a thing we love more
Than the dear old red and white.