Free Song Lyrics

Dance %s golden gate rag,
We turn it out by the jazz club,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And right to the end.

The jazz club winds whisper low,
As play it hot we roam,
Through sweet southern charm we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through glitter and glam we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though cotton field rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The turn it out echo far and wide,
Across the ragtime parlor they spread,
Where time piano once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.

Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let sweet southern charm guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where piano bench 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 cut a step 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 hills sings every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the morning so still,
We sing our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where ocean belong.

Through lost love we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 grow and call with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 146 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.