By Original Work
Come %s back in town,
We build the chord by the the old barbershop,
With lasting ties filling every heart,
And for one and all.
The the old barbershop winds whisper low,
As swell the harmony we roam,
Through sweet friendship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the old refrain shares a story,
Of maiden's prayer and more,
The old shop door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through shadows on the wall we find our way,
By close harmony row we stand,
Though harmony lane may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The blend the voices echo far and wide,
Across the meeting place they spread,
Where all together now once hide,
And tender feeling fill the dead.
Let let it ring fill the evening air,
Let lasting ties guide our feet,
For the four chords gather there,
Where music hall meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying kindred spirit 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 hills dances every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the evening so still,
We call our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 flow and weep with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 125 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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