Roll %s the sweet refrains,
We hold the note by the choir loft,
With kindred spirit filling every heart,
And goodnight and go.
The choir loft winds whisper low,
As join the chorus we roam,
Through fading memory we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each brother mine shares a story,
Of sweet friendship and more,
The meeting place holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through shadows on the wall we find our way,
By old shop door we stand,
Though the gang may stray,
We join heart to heart and ha...