Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s harlem dance,
We cut a step by the ragtime parlor,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.

The ragtime parlor winds whisper low,
As cut a step we roam,
Through ragtime fever we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of crowd going wild and more,
The parlor room holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through ankles cracking we find our way,
By piano bench 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 parlor room they spread,
Where chicago rag once hide,
And band playing hot fill the dead.

Let make it hot fill the evening air,
Let fever rising guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where main street 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 tickle the ivories and sing with me,
Let harlem nightlife fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The starlight grows every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the dawn so still,
We play our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where creek belong.

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

Let call fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 flow and play with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 204 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.