And now I kn ow
Spani sh Har lem are n ot j ust pretty w ords to say
I th ought I kn ew
But n ow I k now t hat rose tree s never g row in New Yor k City
Subw ay's no way for a g ood m an t o go down
Rich man can rid e and the h obo he can drown
And I th ank the Lor d for the people I h ave found
I th ank the Lord for t he people I have found
(CHORUS)
They know n ot if i t's da rk o utsi de or ligh