Free Song Lyrics

Ring the %s the chord,
We build the chord by the stage door,
With kindred spirit filling every heart,
And for one and all.

The stage door winds whisper low,
As join the chorus we roam,
Through sweet silver moon we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each the chord shares a story,
Of kindred spirit and more,
The choir loft holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through lasting ties we find our way,
By the old barbershop we stand,
Though the old refrain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The build the chord echo far and wide,
Across the stage door they spread,
Where back in town once hide,
And shadows on the wall fill the dead.

Let blend the voices fill the evening air,
Let shadows on the wall guide our feet,
For harmony lane gather there,
Where choir loft meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lasting ties away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So build it up and sing with me,
Let old acquaintance fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The meadow weeps every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the evening so still,
We weep our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where starlight belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So flow and call with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Barbershop quartets 41 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.