Yes! It’s not just a name of another school,
But a sacred temple I say,
Under the shade of the green Bo leaf,
We learned our first letter A.
Time is a wind but not so kind,
It hurried without any delay,
Finally we fell on this deserted land,
As the wind blew us far away.
It was a long time, twenty years ago,
Some of our sisters had had a dream,
The dream came true with this excellent place,
Our first meeting happened to take place.
The name; Colombo Old Girls’ Association,
But we are not ‘old’ as the word means,
The eldest name here eighty five years old,
Is only a figure that you just can read.
We debated sometimes on different topics
We fought for things on some other days,
But finally ended up with one sole view
The colour of friendship never fades away.
