Lyrics:

Fogs Rollin 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

voices Leaking From A Sad Caf
smiling Faces Try To Understand
i Saw A Shadow Touch A Shadows Hand
on Bleecker Street

a Poet Reads 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
its A Long Road To Caanan
on Bleecker Street

mm-Mm-Mm-Mm
ooh-Ooh-Ooh, Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh
ooh-Ooh-Ooh, Ooh-Ooh-Ooh
bleecker Street