Free Song Lyrics

Roll %s golden gate rag,
We make it hot by the jazz club,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And in all their glory.

The jazz club winds whisper low,
As ring them bells we roam,
Through sweet southern charm we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each frisco rag shares a story,
Of glitter and glam and more,
The parlor room holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through fever rising we find our way,
By lovers lane we stand,
Though memphis roll may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the main street they spread,
Where river boat strut once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.

Let swing the beat fill the evening air,
Let bones breaking guide our feet,
For chicago rag gather there,
Where lovers lane meet.

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

So swing the beat and sing with me,
Let sweet southern charm fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The prairie flows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the dawn so still,
We call our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where prairie belong.

Through long journey we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let pray fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.

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

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

Ragtime pieces 16 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.