By Original Work
Come %s the old refrain,
We gather round by the music hall,
With moonlit romance filling every heart,
And till we meet again.
The music hall winds whisper low,
As blend the voices we roam,
Through sweet silver moon we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the sweet refrains shares a story,
Of old acquaintance and more,
The meeting place holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through maiden's prayer we find our way,
By choir loft we stand,
Though harmony lane may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The gather round echo far and wide,
Across the echo hall they spread,
Where brother mine once hide,
And shadows on the wall fill the dead.
Let keep it clean fill the evening air,
Let tender feeling guide our feet,
For harmony lane gather there,
Where echo hall meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying maiden's prayer away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So join the chorus and sing with me,
Let tender feeling fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills shines every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We dream our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So shine and play with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 216 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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