[male
vocals] (
Acoustic
guitar
strumming,
building
fiddle
melody)
Yeah,
we're
looking
back
down
the
road
tonight
Vihiga
winds
are
blowing,
bringing
back
the
light
Class
of
'86,
gather
'round
now
Nineteen
eighty-six,
the
Vihiga
halls
were
gold
We
walked
in
as
boys,
but
the
stories
soon
were
told
Science
lab
whispers,
the
chalk
dust
on
the
floor
We
were
dreaming
of
the
future,
knocking
on
the
door
John
Kennedy
Oballa,
standing
tall
and
true
Doctor
David
Wanjala,
pushing
on
for
you
Francis
Amuyunzu,
Patrick
Vidinyu
by
his
side
We
took
the
world
head-on
with
nothing
left
to
hide
Oh,
we
grew
from
boys
to
men
beneath
the
morning
sun
The
work
was
hard,
the
race
was
long,
but
we
had
just
begun
From
Vihiga
hills
to
the
corners
of
the
land
We’
re
the
class
of
'86,
walking
hand
in
hand
Yeah,
we
turned
our
dreams
to
diamonds
in
the
rough
Born
of
Vihiga
spirit,
made
of
solid
stuff
Samuel
Mungoni,
Kenneth
Kahi
Amugune
too
David
Musungu
Khawdambi,
seeing
what
we
could
do
Martin
Oundo,
Oduor
Nyarotso,
brothers
in
the
heat
Aggrey
Kidiga
and
Joseph
Adaka,
finding
rhythm
in
the
beat
We
became
the
scientists,
the
doctors
in
the
room
Professors
and
the
teachers,
chasing
away
the
gloom
Journalists
and
lawyers,
writing
out
the
lines
Pilots
in
the
heavens,
engineers
of
grand
designs
Oh,
we
grew
from
boys
to
men
beneath
the
morning
sun
The
work
was
hard,
the
race
was
long,
but
we
had
just
begun
From
Vihiga
hills
to
the
corners
of
the
land
We’
re
the
class
of
'86,
walking
hand
in
hand
Yeah,
we
turned
our
dreams
to
diamonds
in
the
rough
Born
of
Vihiga
spirit,
made
of
solid
stuff
George
Osuo,
Joseph
Nyarotso,
brothers
through
the
years
Samuel
Mungoni,
Bernard
Anzaye,
hiding
all
our
fears
Kenneth
Kahi,
Josephat
Munyisia,
standing
in
the
light
Politicians
rising
up
to
make
the
future
bright
We’
re
the
legacy
of
Vihiga,
the
pride
of
A-level
pride
With
the
memories
of
the
eighties
rolling
like
a
tide (
Soaring
fiddle
and
mandolin
interplay)
Oh,
we
grew
from
boys
to
men
beneath
the
morning
sun
The
work
was
hard,
the
race
was
long,
but
we
had
just
begun
From
Vihiga
hills
to
the
corners
of
the
land
We’
re
the
class
of
'86,
walking
hand
in
hand
Yeah,
we
turned
our
dreams
to
diamonds
in
the
rough
Born
of
Vihiga
spirit,
made
of
solid
stuff
Yeah,
'86,
we
still
stand
tall
Vihiga
boys
forever,
hear
the
spirit
call
John,
David,
Francis,
all
the
names
we
know
We’
ve
come
so
far,
but
we’
ve
still
got
room
to
grow (
Fade
out
with
acoustic
guitar
and
fiddle)
Class
of
'86,
we
remain.