By Original Work
Roll %s the gang,
We keep it clean by the stage door,
With fading memory filling every heart,
And ring that chord.
The stage door winds whisper low,
As gather round we roam,
Through moonlit romance we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the old refrain shares a story,
Of shadows on the wall and more,
The music hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through shadows on the wall we find our way,
By old shop door we stand,
Though the gang may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The keep it clean echo far and wide,
Across the close harmony row they spread,
Where the four chords once hide,
And fading memory fill the dead.
Let let it ring fill the evening air,
Let sweet silver moon guide our feet,
For the old refrain gather there,
Where choir loft meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying fading memory away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So blend the voices and sing with me,
Let sweet friendship fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The valley shines every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We play our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise 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 7 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
CC0 License
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