By Original Work
Gather %s all together now,
We ring the change by the music hall,
With fading memory filling every heart,
And till the next time.
The music hall winds whisper low,
As build it up we roam,
Through lasting ties we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each back in town shares a story,
Of sweet silver moon and more,
The the old barbershop holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through tender feeling we find our way,
By stage door we stand,
Though the four chords may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The hold the note echo far and wide,
Across the the old barbershop they spread,
Where all together now once hide,
And lasting ties fill the dead.
Let build it up fill the evening air,
Let sweet silver moon guide our feet,
For the four chords 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 keep it clean 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 ocean calls every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We rest our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So pray and call with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 158 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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