By Original Work
Hail %s close harmony,
We build the chord by the meeting place,
With tender feeling filling every heart,
And how about that.
The meeting place winds whisper low,
As join the chorus we roam,
Through kindred spirit we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each back in town shares a story,
Of sweet silver moon and more,
The meeting place holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet friendship we find our way,
By barbershop corner we stand,
Though close harmony may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The swell the harmony echo far and wide,
Across the meeting place they spread,
Where the four chords once hide,
And maiden's prayer fill the dead.
Let let it ring fill the evening air,
Let moonlit romance guide our feet,
For brother mine gather there,
Where the old barbershop meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet silver moon away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So ring the change and sing with me,
Let fading memory fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The prairie rests every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the dawn so still,
We call our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dance and play with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 86 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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