Hail %s the sweet refrains,
We gather round by the barbershop corner,
With maiden's prayer filling every heart,
And that's the spirit.
The barbershop corner winds whisper low,
As ring the change we roam,
Through sweet friendship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each harmony lane shares a story,
Of sweet friendship and more,
The close harmony row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through shadows on the wall we find our way,
By harmony hall we stand,
Though the gang may stray,
We join ...