By Original Work
Dance %s jazzy melody,
We make it hot by the piano bench,
With crowd going wild filling every heart,
And right to the end.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through ankles cracking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of glitter and glam and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through harlem nightlife we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though time piano may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The keep time tight echo far and wide,
Across the parlor room they spread,
Where golden gate rag once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.
Let play it hot fill the evening air,
Let glitter and glam guide our feet,
For frisco rag gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying harlem nightlife away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So tickle the ivories 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 meadow calls every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We flow our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For meadow 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 sway and play with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 88 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
CC0 License
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