Notre Dame,
I wish Knute Rockne could live again.
And the phrases that I rhyme,
Hearken back to a time.
When the world of football knew you,
Notre Dame.

Notre Dame,
All the folks around Elkhart County,
Praised your name.
Just a low-rate, Catholic college,
With the best chapel in the land.
And everybody would pray
At Notre Dame.

Notre Dame,
You still grace the weathered fields of my mind.
Faded walls and traffic jams,
Your Catholic faith is on the lam.
Wish you could be what you were then,
Notre Dame.

Notre Dame,
Some of your coeds have been great with child,
While I'm glad you let in blacks,
On the unborn you turn your backs.
The Virgin don't appreciate that, now,
Notre Dame.

Notre Dame,
It seems you've lost your soul,
and snuffed out the Light,
You said: "Be like the rest of the world,
Don't think about the afterlife."
I think these words defame the real notre dame!

Notre Dame,
You still grace the weathered fields of my mind.
Faded walls and traffic jams,
Your Catholic faith is on the lam.
Wish you could be what you were then,
Notre Dame.

Notre Dame,
One snowy day,
They protested in your field,
Fresh-faced youth of faith.
And a few priests at your gates,
They called you to repent, now,
Notre Dame

Notre Dame,
You still grace the weathered fields of my mind.
Faded walls and traffic jams,
Your Catholic faith is on the lam.
Wish you could be what you were then,
Notre Dame.

Notre Dame,
You still grace the weathered fields of my mind.
Faded walls and traffic jams,
Your Catholic faith is on the lam.
Wish you could be what you were then,
Notre Dame.