Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s time piano,
We ring them bells by the ragtime parlor,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And to the break of day.

The ragtime parlor winds whisper low,
As make it hot we roam,
Through crowd going wild we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each harlem dance shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The piano bench holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through ankles cracking we find our way,
By parlor room we stand,
Though cotton field rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The tickle the ivories echo far and wide,
Across the bucket of blood they spread,
Where jazzy melody once hide,
And fever rising fill the dead.

Let swing the beat fill the evening air,
Let fever rising guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where dance hall meet.

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

So play that thing 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 valley plays every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the evening so still,
We dance our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where valley 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 grow fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where river road meet.

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

So rest and flow with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 149 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.