A popular song from 1912.
Words by Lew Brown.
Music by Albert Von Tilzer.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Who’s that, who’s that knocking at my door?
Yes, Yes, Yes, I’ve heard that noise before
Something’s creeping ‘cross the floor
And it’s coming straight for me
I hear it sighing, crying, like a moaning strain
Something, something, you hide from in vain
And it creeps into your brain like a groaning melody
Like a groaning melody that is seeking sympathy
Chorus
Oh! that’s the ghost, of a ragtime melody
It starts to creep when you try to sleep
Close your eyes, don’t dare to peep
Oh! that’s the most that is left of a ragtime tune
You feel it floating through the air
You can hear it everywhere, moaning, groaning
Booh! Booh! Booh! Booh!
That’s the ghost of a rag
- Hear that, hear that mournful melody?
Yes, Yes, Yes, It’s fading fast I see
Some new rag us haunting
And it keeps me wide awake, I fear it
Sliding, gliding with a pleading swing
Something, something,you can’t help but sing
Sounding just like ev’rything
That you’ve heard in days gone by
That you’ve heard in days gone by
That you’ve heard in days gone by
Sung here by Vancha March: