You are not gone, we dare not sit and weep, For you are the voice that has pulled us to our feet. You are 80,000 Tigers roaring, and a nation of Tigers soaring. A memory of the times that have shaped us all, Brings with it your voice echoing in the fall. Perhaps we'll feel you in the autumn sun on our face, Or catch a glimpse in the changing colors that come to embrace. Throughout this special place, in the 'Valley' or on the 'Hill', We'll find your spirit in the Tigers' mighty will. For you are not gone, we dare not sit and weep, You are the voice that has pulled us to our feet. NSP Asheville, NC USA - Tuesday, September 09, 2003 at 17:50:24 (EDT)