Bleecker Street Lyrics

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Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank

 Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street

 Fills the alleys where men sleep

 Lies the shepherd from the sheep

 Voices leaking from a sad cafe

 Smiling faces try to understand

 I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand

 On Bleeker Street

 A poet reads his crooked rhyme

 Holy, holy is his sacrament

 Thirty dollars pays your rent

 On Bleeker Street

 I head a church bell softly chime

 In a melody sustainin'

 It's a long road to Cainan

 On Bleeker Street

 Bleeker Street