Ring the %s brother mine,
We gather round by the barbershop corner,
With sweet friendship filling every heart,
And forever true.
The barbershop corner winds whisper low,
As blend the voices we roam,
Through shadows on the wall we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each back in town shares a story,
Of sweet silver moon and more,
The music hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through fading memory we find our way,
By harmony hall we stand,
Though back in town may stray,
We join heart to h...