Wear them as a little child shivers in a shack…
Wear them, it’s your accomplishment
Wear them as buckets
Get pulled out and get placed all over
the house so that the rain may not come in

Wear your gowns
I mean all your degrees are hung on a pretty wall
Wear them when the degrees start changing
And they have no lights

Cold, hungry, they listen to the talk
Many think that they don’t see
Believe me, they see clearly
They have not been fooled by gowns
The priesthood made them weary of that
They too wear gowns
Wear your gowns
It’s all you have accomplished
Wear them in mourning of our people