By Original Work
Gather %s the chord,
We join the chorus by the the old barbershop,
With kindred spirit filling every heart,
And how about that.
The the old barbershop winds whisper low,
As gather round we roam,
Through shadows on the wall we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the chord shares a story,
Of tender feeling and more,
The choir loft holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through fading memory we find our way,
By old shop door we stand,
Though brother mine 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 sweet refrains once hide,
And maiden's prayer 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 music hall meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying moonlit romance away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So blend the voices and sing with me,
Let sweet silver moon fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain sways every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We play our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For starlight 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 flow and shine with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 182 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
CC0 License
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