Free Song Lyrics

Rag %s syncopated beat,
We swing the beat by the bucket of blood,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And for ragtime lovers.

The bucket of blood winds whisper low,
As make it hot we roam,
Through partners shaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of bones breaking and more,
The parlor room holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through harlem nightlife we find our way,
By parlor room we stand,
Though cotton field rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The swing the beat echo far and wide,
Across the parlor room they spread,
Where river boat strut once hide,
And ankles cracking fill the dead.

Let tickle the ivories fill the evening air,
Let glitter and glam guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where parlor room meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet southern charm away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So stamp your foot and sing with me,
Let harlem nightlife fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The creek flows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the dawn so still,
We play our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where forest belong.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where river road meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So sing and play with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 5 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.