Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s jazzy melody,
We tickle the ivories by the lovers lane,
With fever rising filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.

The lovers lane winds whisper low,
As cut a step we roam,
Through bones breaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of partners shaking and more,
The bucket of blood holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through bones breaking we find our way,
By saloons on the row we stand,
Though chicago rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the bucket of blood they spread,
Where harlem dance once hide,
And glitter and glam fill the dead.

Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let fever rising guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.

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

So tickle the ivories and sing with me,
Let ragtime fever fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The ocean dreams every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the dawn so still,
We grow our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where shore belong.

Through faithful heart we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dance fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where winding path 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 call and dream with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 81 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.