A fo g's rolling i n off the E ast River ban k
Like a shrou / d it covers Bleecker Street
Fills the a lleys where men sl eep
Hides the she pher / d from the sheep
Voices leaking from a sad café
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 heard a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustaining
It's a long road to Canaan
On Bleeker Street