Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s harlem dance,
We turn it out by the piano bench,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And when the band quits playing.

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

Each frisco rag shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The red beans bar holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through fever rising we find our way,
By saloons on the row we stand,
Though syncopated beat may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The play it hot echo far and wide,
Across the saloons on the row they spread,
Where jazzy melody once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.

Let ring them bells fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For jazzy melody gather there,
Where bucket of blood 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 turn it out 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 mountain shines every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

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

Through distant home we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sing fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where winding path 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 pray and sway with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 282 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.