Upon the crest where old oaks stand,
A Lookout scans the timeless land,
With eyes sharp as an eagle’s flight,
He guards the day, he guards the night.

From inland hills to the open sea,
He watches o’er the land of the free,
Across our plains and mountain strands,
A sentinel with steady hands.

For liberty, for honor’s grace,
He keeps the watch, he holds the place,
For all who cherish freedom’s flame,
The Lookout guards, in freedom’s name.