Gather %s all together now,
We let it ring by the the old barbershop,
With sweet friendship filling every heart,
And that's the spirit.
The the old barbershop winds whisper low,
As join the chorus we roam,
Through sweet friendship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the gang shares a story,
Of lasting ties and more,
The harmony hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet silver moon we find our way,
By barbershop corner we stand,
Though the sweet refrains may stray,
We joi...