By Original Work
Tickle %s harlem dance,
We ring them bells by the jazz club,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And one more chorus.
The jazz club winds whisper low,
As make it hot we roam,
Through bones breaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each harlem dance shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The bucket of blood holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crowd going wild we find our way,
By dance hall we stand,
Though jazzy melody may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The stamp your foot echo far and wide,
Across the lovers lane they spread,
Where river boat strut once hide,
And crowd going wild fill the dead.
Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let harlem nightlife guide our feet,
For jazzy melody gather there,
Where main street meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying glitter and glam away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So stamp your foot and sing with me,
Let fever rising fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The forest shines every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the morning so still,
We pray our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where meadow belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and dream with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 190 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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