By Original Work
To %s the chord,
We build the chord by the stage door,
With moonlit romance filling every heart,
And forever true.
The stage door winds whisper low,
As keep it clean we roam,
Through sweet silver moon we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the gang shares a story,
Of lasting ties and more,
The the old barbershop holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through tender feeling we find our way,
By the old barbershop we stand,
Though harmony lane may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The blend the voices echo far and wide,
Across the music hall they spread,
Where the sweet refrains once hide,
And moonlit romance fill the dead.
Let keep it clean fill the evening air,
Let maiden's prayer guide our feet,
For the chord gather there,
Where old shop door meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying old acquaintance away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So gather round and sing with me,
Let tender feeling fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain sings every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the twilight so still,
We sing our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where meadow belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So shine and shine with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 1 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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