There's a place in Bicol that we hold dear, Land of beauty and laughter and song. Where you see the flowers bloom forever, Haven to all the weary throng. Where stand our Mount Mayon the peerlees, Awe inspiring majestic grand, It's a place where skies are bluer This is Albay our own dear land.
Thy name we'll cherish always, No matter where we be. Thy sons shall stand by thee united, Forever and loyal to thee.
There's a place in Bicol that we hold dear, Land of beauty and laughter and song. Where you see the flowers bloom forever, Haven to all the weary throng. Where stand our Mount Mayon the peerlees, Awe inspiring majestic grand, It's a place where skies are bluer This is Albay our own dear land. This is Albay our own dear land.
