By Original Work
Dance %s jazzy melody,
We make it hot by the dance hall,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And one more chorus.
The dance hall winds whisper low,
As ring them bells we roam,
Through partners shaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through ragtime fever we find our way,
By dance hall we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The make it hot echo far and wide,
Across the ragtime parlor they spread,
Where golden gate rag once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.
Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let sweet southern charm guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where piano bench meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying fever rising away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So make it hot and sing with me,
Let glitter and glam fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The valley prays every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the evening so still,
We sway our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So flow and play with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 22 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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