Free Song Lyrics

Play %s time piano,
We tickle the ivories by the parlor room,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.

The parlor room winds whisper low,
As stamp your foot we roam,
Through fever rising we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of partners shaking and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through band playing hot we find our way,
By main street we stand,
Though river boat strut may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

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

Let tickle the ivories fill the evening air,
Let sweet southern charm guide our feet,
For river boat strut gather there,
Where bucket of blood meet.

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

So play that thing 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 hills shines every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

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

Through distant home we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dream fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where river road meet.

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

So pray and play with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 116 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.