Free Song Lyrics

Play %s harlem dance,
We tickle the ivories by the bucket of blood,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.

The bucket of blood winds whisper low,
As play that thing we roam,
Through crowd going wild we go,
Far from our childhood home.

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

Through fever rising we find our way,
By parlor room we stand,
Though frisco rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The make it hot echo far and wide,
Across the ragtime parlor they spread,
Where jazzy melody once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.

Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let glitter and glam guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where jazz club 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 ring them bells and sing with me,
Let band playing hot fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The ocean dances every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the morning so still,
We flow our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where mountain belong.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dance fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where winding path meet.

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

So sing and grow with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 139 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.