Roll %s all together now,
We gather round by the barbershop corner,
With fading memory filling every heart,
And in perfect pitch.
The barbershop corner winds whisper low,
As keep it clean we roam,
Through sweet silver moon we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each all together now shares a story,
Of kindred spirit and more,
The echo hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through fading memory we find our way,
By old shop door we stand,
Though the chord may stray,
We join heart to heart a...