If you hear a song sung softly,
By four barbershoppin' guys.
And their chords are high and lofty,
And their words are true and wise.

If they sing of how they love you,
And of how the shamrocks grow.
How the moon is high above you
How the streams beyond you flow.

Then you'll know the joy we're feeling,
In the music that we share.
Though we sing when were not kneeling,
We are often deep in prayer