The Choir met for the last time,
The last time this year,
A wonderful year of singing,
Singing with such pleasure.
Every week we met and sang,
Sang our hearts out,
Sang for the love of music.
It always takes us to a different place,
A place of joy and freedom
Where troubles are forgotten,
Where we do the thing we love,
We all just love to sing.
The concerts we gave were wonderful
The audiences stood and cheered,
Cheered at us when we finished.
That is such a bonus
As we know our glory,
Our glory to sing
Is given out to the world,
The world of others
That they me also come,
Also come to that place,
That place of joy and freedom
Where we go every week.
We know we will be back,
Be back in the New Year
And sing our hearts out,
Sing our hearts out once more.