(Words & Music by: Milagros J. Saceda)
‘Tis the beauty o’er the hill top,
Midst the tall and willow palms
Sinks the sun in golden light and glory,
Land of all my love shall be
Deck’d with shim’ring and pure, white petals,
What wealth to me the balm had brought,
Heavenly blessing without cost;
Gently show’ring on the host
Swiftly down the valleys green;
Piping songs of gladness clear;
Golden Orioles Hitcher’s plain
Bringing good will and good cheer,
Oh, Calamba dear fatherland!
Thy glory ever stands
Thou oh precious, hollow’d name
Where beats the brave hearts warm
Yonder stands a sturdy grove,
‘Neath a crest in heaven above
Bids us all to stand up right
Heed the Lord’s call to unite!
Mahogany, Calachuchi, Golden Orioles
Bathe a fresh in show’ring rain!
Sweet Calamba dear fatherland