Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s golden gate rag,
We play that thing by the saloons on the row,
With band playing hot filling every heart,
And one more chorus.

The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As make it hot we roam,
Through fever rising we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

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

The stamp your foot echo far and wide,
Across the jazz club they spread,
Where harlem dance once hide,
And band playing hot fill the dead.

Let ring them bells fill the evening air,
Let sweet southern charm guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where lovers lane 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 cut a step 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 meadow sways every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

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

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let grow fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.

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

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

Ragtime pieces 12 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.