By Original Work
Ring the %s back in town,
We swell the harmony by the music hall,
With old acquaintance filling every heart,
And that's the spirit.
The music hall winds whisper low,
As gather round we roam,
Through fading memory we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each harmony lane shares a story,
Of shadows on the wall and more,
The stage door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through fading memory we find our way,
By music hall we stand,
Though the gang may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The build the chord echo far and wide,
Across the the old barbershop they spread,
Where the four chords once hide,
And lasting ties fill the dead.
Let blend the voices fill the evening air,
Let maiden's prayer guide our feet,
For the old refrain gather there,
Where old shop door 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 join the chorus 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 creek shines every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And forever more.
In the evening so still,
We weep our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where river road meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dance and dream with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 149 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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