Bleecker Street Jonatha Brooke
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[Verse 1]
Fog's rolling in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep
[Verse 2]
Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleecker Street
[Verse 3]
A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleecker Street
[Verse 4]
I heard a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustaining
It's a long road to Canaan
On Bleecker Street
Fog's rolling in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep
[Verse 2]
Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleecker Street
[Verse 3]
A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleecker Street
[Verse 4]
I heard a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustaining
It's a long road to Canaan
On Bleecker Street
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