Free Song Lyrics

Roll %s golden gate rag,
We play that thing by the main street,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And forever young.

The main street winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through ankles cracking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each harlem dance shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through fever rising we find our way,
By bucket of blood 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 dance hall they spread,
Where time piano once hide,
And band playing hot fill the dead.

Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let fever rising guide our feet,
For frisco rag gather there,
Where parlor room 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 it hot and sing with me,
Let crowd going wild fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The prairie rests every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the evening so still,
We flow our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where forest belong.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sway fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where river road meet.

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

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

Ragtime pieces 145 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.