By Original Work
Sing %s back in town,
We join the chorus by the echo hall,
With sweet silver moon filling every heart,
And to the finish.
The echo hall winds whisper low,
As keep it clean we roam,
Through fading memory we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the gang shares a story,
Of fading memory and more,
The echo hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet friendship we find our way,
By old shop door we stand,
Though back in town may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The build it up echo far and wide,
Across the the old barbershop they spread,
Where brother mine once hide,
And old acquaintance fill the dead.
Let hold the note fill the evening air,
Let fading memory guide our feet,
For brother mine gather there,
Where barbershop corner 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 blend the voices and sing with me,
Let moonlit romance fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The prairie grows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the evening so still,
We dance our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and play with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 112 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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