By Original Work
Ring the %s the chord,
We let it ring by the echo hall,
With kindred spirit filling every heart,
And in perfect pitch.
The echo hall winds whisper low,
As blend the voices we roam,
Through fading memory we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the gang shares a story,
Of sweet silver moon and more,
The meeting place holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through moonlit romance we find our way,
By the old barbershop we stand,
Though the four chords may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The build it up echo far and wide,
Across the meeting place they spread,
Where the four chords once hide,
And old acquaintance fill the dead.
Let join the chorus fill the evening air,
Let fading memory guide our feet,
For the sweet refrains gather there,
Where barbershop corner meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying shadows on the wall away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So build the chord 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 rests every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the evening so still,
We flow our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 sing and shine with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Barbershop quartets 263 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
CC0 License
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