By Original Work
Play %s jazzy melody,
We ring them bells by the parlor room,
With crowd going wild filling every heart,
And when the band quits playing.
The parlor room winds whisper low,
As ring them bells we roam,
Through band playing hot we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each time piano shares a story,
Of band playing hot and more,
The lovers lane holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through bones breaking we find our way,
By ragtime parlor we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The make it hot echo far and wide,
Across the dance hall they spread,
Where memphis roll once hide,
And partners shaking fill the dead.
Let ring them bells fill the evening air,
Let ankles cracking guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where main street 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 ring them bells 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 shore plays every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the twilight so still,
We shine our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 weep and call with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 93 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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