The Golden Gate Quartet Sings 063

I hear those echoes call then Sing a call! Well gone again, skip to my loof. Gone again, skip to my loof. Gone again, skip to my loof. Skip to my loof, my darling. Howdy neighbors, this is Tom Scott speaking for the Golden Gate Quartet.

We sing of America, of the Americans who blazed new frontiers, dredged for gold, built railroads and conquered prairie mountain and sea. We sing of a heritage of freedom, drawn from the golden treasury of American folk song.

Gone again, skipped to a moly, gone again, skipped to a moly, skipped to a moly, my darling. Hard-hearted Barbara Allen was a girl who figured in hundreds of ballads. She scorned Willie her true love, so that Willie just wasted away.

After a while when Barbara followed him, legend has it that a rose and a briar grew from each grave. Passing through the thorn apple trees and white crab apple blossoms, the rose and the briar climbed to the top of the old church tower.

They wound round each other, a symbol of the faithful lover and hard-hearted Barbara Allen. They parted in silence and tears, leaving only heartaches to linger through the years.

Parting was sweet sorrow, but it was best they went their separate ways, the way they did in the gloaming. In the glo-sh- Make people start singing together, seem to be the kind we like to hear over and over.

Take Kentucky Babe. This famous glee club song was first heard back in 1896. And down through the years, its echo keeps ringing. Is there a sound more beautiful than voices raised in praise of Kentucky babe?

Gee, does that muh-huh-key? On again, skipped a-