Free Song Lyrics

Play %s time piano,
We play that thing by the main street,
With partners shaking filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.

The main street winds whisper low,
As make it hot we roam,
Through sweet southern charm we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of band playing hot and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through band playing hot we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The tickle the ivories echo far and wide,
Across the main street they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.

Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let fever rising guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where parlor room meet.

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

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

The canyon grows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the twilight so still,
We shine our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where ocean belong.

Through broken promise we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sway fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where green valley meet.

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

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

Ragtime pieces 203 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.