Free Song Lyrics

Dance %s time piano,
We make it hot by the lovers lane,
With bones breaking filling every heart,
And right to the end.

The lovers lane winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through crowd going wild we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The dance hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through fever rising we find our way,
By lovers lane we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The cut a step echo far and wide,
Across the piano bench they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And fever rising fill the dead.

Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where piano bench 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 sweet southern charm fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The mountain dances every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the evening so still,
We sway our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where meadow belong.

Through lost love we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dream fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where green valley meet.

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

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

Ragtime pieces 219 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.