If this world never dies And we'll all be blessed or cursed If there's any place worth saving Oh God, save New York first Oh God, save New York first
New York, right underneath her long tilled soil New York, until you feel the subway's pulse and beat And see the living roots, all kinds entangled From Wall Street's king to idlers off the street Rise to face her eye level now, New York Watch clicking heels make the curb alive Until you know what brings these people here And what it takes A city to survive
If this world never dies And we'll all be blessed or cursed If there's any place worth saving Oh God, save New York first Oh God, save New York first New York
Stare hard and slow into her soul, New York Until you see the wounded and forsaken And all their longings told in honest art Stare until your bones are shaken Listen to her from the subway to the sky Telling you that every road's a fork Leading toward one garden-city or another The question stands, which one is New York?
If this world never dies And we'll all be blessed or cursed If there's any place worth saving Oh God, save New York first Oh God, save New York first If this world never dies And we'll all be blessed or cursed If there's any place worth saving Oh God, save New York first Oh God, save New York first God, oh God, ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
