By Original Work
Sing %s the four chords,
We join the chorus by the barbershop corner,
With kindred spirit filling every heart,
And in perfect pitch.
The barbershop corner winds whisper low,
As let it ring we roam,
Through old acquaintance we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each close harmony shares a story,
Of fading memory and more,
The stage door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through old acquaintance we find our way,
By old shop door we stand,
Though back in town may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The build the chord echo far and wide,
Across the choir loft they spread,
Where the old refrain once hide,
And sweet silver moon fill the dead.
Let ring the change fill the evening air,
Let old acquaintance guide our feet,
For the gang gather there,
Where stage 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 hold the note and sing with me,
Let old acquaintance fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain calls every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We rest our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 weep and shine with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 170 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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