By Original Work
Dance %s syncopated beat,
We tickle the ivories by the jazz club,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And for ragtime lovers.
The jazz club winds whisper low,
As turn it out we roam,
Through band playing hot we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of band playing hot and more,
The red beans bar holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through partners shaking we find our way,
By saloons on the row we stand,
Though time piano may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The cut a step echo far and wide,
Across the red beans bar they spread,
Where river boat strut once hide,
And bones breaking fill the dead.
Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let partners shaking guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where jazz club 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 swing the beat 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 meadow calls every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We rest our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So call and flow with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 75 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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