Class of 1974

Where desert sand and mountains
meet beneath the western sky,

is there my heart forever yearns

for Eisenhower High.

Our dear old Alma Mater, 

we owe our best to thee.

‘Tis here we spent our cherished years, we pledge our loyalty.

When twilight shadows fall 

across our path of life,

the golden sun sinking in the west,

thy memories sweet and clear,

shall then come into view,

dear Eisenhower High,
we love thee best.