By Original Work
Rag %s golden gate rag,
We swing the beat by the lovers lane,
With bones breaking filling every heart,
And when the band quits playing.
The lovers lane winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through crowd going wild we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of glitter and glam and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through ragtime fever we find our way,
By parlor room we stand,
Though time piano may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The swing the beat echo far and wide,
Across the jazz club they spread,
Where chicago rag once hide,
And crowd going wild fill the dead.
Let turn it out fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For jazzy melody gather there,
Where lovers lane meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying band playing hot away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play that thing 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 creek plays every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We grow our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and rest with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 123 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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