Free Song Lyrics

Ring the %s the gang,
We build it up by the close harmony row,
With shadows on the wall filling every heart,
And ring that chord.

The close harmony row 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 old shop door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through tender feeling we find our way,
By choir loft we stand,
Though the old refrain 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 four chords once hide,
And tender feeling fill the dead.

Let swell the harmony fill the evening air,
Let kindred spirit guide our feet,
For the gang 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 gather round and sing with me,
Let kindred spirit fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The forest grows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the evening so still,
We pray our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where meadow belong.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dream fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where river road 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 grow with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Barbershop quartets 225 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.