Fog's rollin' off the East River Bank Like a shroud, it covers Bleecker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep
Voices leaking from a sad café Smiling faces trying to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleecker Street
The poet read his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleecker Street
I heard a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Canaan On Bleecker Street
Oh... Bleecker Street
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