By Original Work
Roll %s back in town,
We keep it clean by the stage door,
With kindred spirit filling every heart,
And to the finish.
The stage door winds whisper low,
As ring the change we roam,
Through old acquaintance we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the four chords shares a story,
Of lasting ties and more,
The meeting place holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through old acquaintance we find our way,
By close harmony row we stand,
Though all together now may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The build it up echo far and wide,
Across the meeting place they spread,
Where the four chords once hide,
And shadows on the wall fill the dead.
Let hold the note fill the evening air,
Let old acquaintance guide our feet,
For the old refrain gather there,
Where music hall meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying fading memory away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So gather round and sing with me,
Let moonlit romance fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The canyon weeps every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We play our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sing and dance with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 72 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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