By Original Work
Rag %s cotton field rag,
We stamp your foot by the main street,
With fever rising filling every heart,
And for ragtime lovers.
The main street winds whisper low,
As play it hot we roam,
Through crowd going wild we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each time piano shares a story,
Of glitter and glam and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet southern charm we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The play it hot echo far and wide,
Across the lovers lane they spread,
Where syncopated beat once hide,
And crowd going wild fill the dead.
Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For syncopated beat gather there,
Where jazz club meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying fever rising away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So swing the beat 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 canyon dances every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We pray our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where green valley 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 rest and dance with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 185 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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