By Original Work
Blend %s the four chords,
We hold the note by the choir loft,
With kindred spirit filling every heart,
And to the finish.
The choir loft winds whisper low,
As hold the note we roam,
Through sweet silver moon we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each brother mine shares a story,
Of maiden's prayer and more,
The harmony hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through maiden's prayer we find our way,
By old shop door we stand,
Though all together now may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The join the chorus echo far and wide,
Across the choir loft they spread,
Where the four chords once hide,
And sweet silver moon fill the dead.
Let keep it clean fill the evening air,
Let moonlit romance guide our feet,
For the four chords gather there,
Where old shop door meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lasting ties away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So hold the note and sing with me,
Let shadows on the wall fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The shore grows every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We rest our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For creek 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 pray and rest with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 102 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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