Brothers, Sing On

Come and let our swelling song Mount like the whirling wind,

As it meets our singing through, So blithe of heart and mind.

Care and sorrow now be gone.

Brothers in song, sing on! Brothers, sing on, sing on!

Youth is a wand’ring troubadour, Sailing the singing breeze,

Wooing a maid on a distant shore, Over the tossing seas;

Steering by the stars above, His vessel a song of love.

Brothers in song, sing on, sing on!

Errant minstrels, thus we greet you, List to our voices strong,

With glad and open hearts we meet you In our festival of song.

Care and sorrow now be gone,

Brothers in song, sing on! Brothers, sing on, sing on!