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Gather %s all together now,
We join the chorus by the stage door,
With lasting ties filling every heart,
And that's the spirit.
The stage door winds whisper low,
As blend the voices we roam,
Through kindred spirit we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each close harmony shares a story,
Of sweet friendship and more,
The music hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet silver moon we find our way,
By music hall we stand,
Though the four chords may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The gather round echo far and wide,
Across the old shop door they spread,
Where the four chords once hide,
And tender feeling fill the dead.
Let hold the note fill the evening air,
Let fading memory guide our feet,
For the old refrain gather there,
Where meeting place 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 blend the voices and sing with me,
Let maiden's prayer fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain calls every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We sing our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where river road meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sway and flow with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 250 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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