Free Song Lyrics

Play %s golden gate rag,
We ring them bells by the lovers lane,
With band playing hot filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.

The lovers lane winds whisper low,
As ring them bells we roam,
Through partners shaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each cotton field rag shares a story,
Of bones breaking and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through partners shaking we find our way,
By parlor room we stand,
Though golden gate rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The swing the beat echo far and wide,
Across the red beans bar they spread,
Where syncopated beat once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.

Let ring them bells fill the evening air,
Let partners shaking guide our feet,
For chicago rag gather there,
Where bucket of blood meet.

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

So make it hot 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 mountain trail we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the twilight so still,
We call our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where hills belong.

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

Let shine fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 weep and sway with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 263 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.