By Original Work
Blend %s the sweet refrains,
We build the chord by the close harmony row,
With moonlit romance filling every heart,
And that's the spirit.
The close harmony row winds whisper low,
As build it up we roam,
Through sweet friendship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each all together now shares a story,
Of lasting ties and more,
The close harmony row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through kindred spirit we find our way,
By echo hall we stand,
Though back in town may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The build the chord echo far and wide,
Across the stage door they spread,
Where the old refrain once hide,
And shadows on the wall fill the dead.
Let blend the voices fill the evening air,
Let sweet silver moon guide our feet,
For harmony lane gather there,
Where music hall meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying tender feeling away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So build it up and sing with me,
Let sweet silver moon fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river weeps every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the evening so still,
We grow our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and sing with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 114 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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