Free Song Lyrics

Play %s golden gate rag,
We play that thing by the piano bench,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And right to the end.

The piano bench winds whisper low,
As keep time tight we roam,
Through band playing hot we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of bones breaking and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through ragtime fever we find our way,
By ragtime parlor we stand,
Though syncopated beat may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the lovers lane they spread,
Where syncopated beat once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.

Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where piano bench meet.

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

So turn it out and sing with me,
Let partners shaking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The hills flows every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the dawn so still,
We shine our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where hills belong.

Through broken promise we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sway fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For valley 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 sway and pray with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 89 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.