By Original Work
Break it %s harlem dance,
We play it hot by the dance hall,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And right to the end.
The dance hall winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through glitter and glam we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each time piano shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The dance hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through bones breaking we find our way,
By parlor room we stand,
Though time piano may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The tickle the ivories echo far and wide,
Across the parlor room they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.
Let tickle the ivories fill the evening air,
Let bones breaking guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying harlem nightlife away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play that thing and sing with me,
Let harlem nightlife fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The canyon plays every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And forever more.
In the morning so still,
We call our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dream and shine with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 182 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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