Come %s the sweet refrains,
We hold the note by the meeting place,
With sweet friendship filling every heart,
And till the next time.
The meeting place winds whisper low,
As join the chorus we roam,
Through maiden's prayer we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the sweet refrains shares a story,
Of moonlit romance and more,
The the old barbershop holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through maiden's prayer we find our way,
By meeting place we stand,
Though all together now may stray,
We ...