Free Song Lyrics

Shake it %s golden gate rag,
We tickle the ivories by the piano bench,
With crowd going wild filling every heart,
And when the band quits playing.

The piano bench winds whisper low,
As ring them bells we roam,
Through bones breaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through fever rising we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though time piano may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the dance hall they spread,
Where golden gate rag once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.

Let tickle the ivories fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For syncopated beat gather there,
Where piano bench meet.

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

So turn it out and sing with me,
Let ragtime fever fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The ocean shines every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the dawn so still,
We sway our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where shore belong.

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

Let sing fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.

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

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

Ragtime pieces 247 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.