I have often wonder’d why all the girls of Sigma Chi
That you sing about have golden hair;
I am tired of hearing you only praise the eyes of blue,
With a wealth of lovely brunettes to compare.
I’m sure that many Sigma Chis are makin’ love to dreamy eyes
And the light that shines there is a deeper hue
And then the hair upon her head is of a dusky brown instead,
Of that fair golden mist the sun shines thro’
That’s why old nature took the pains
To put the blue light in her veins
And let the gold within her heart remain.
I’m sure her eyes are just as true
Altho’ they’re brown instead of blue
She’s a Sigma Chi girl just the same.
There are girls of ev’ry kind who will always keep in mind
Their allegiance to the Gold and Blue;
But I know a certain one about whom is seldom sung
Any song to prove that she’s a sweetheart too.
I’m sure that every Sigma Chi upon some tired eyes relies
And the light that shines there is a deeper hue
Altho’ the hair upon her head it turning silv’ry gray instead,
Of that fair golden mist the sun shines thro’
That’s why old nature took the pains
To put the blue light in her veins,
And let the gold within her heart remain.
I’m sure her love is just as true
Altho’ it’s old instead of new,
She’s a Sigma Chi girl just the same.
