Now I know, "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words
to say
I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow,
in New York city

Until you've seen this trash can dream come true,
You stand at the edge, while people run you through
And I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you,
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say, "good morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why,
they know not if it's dark out side or light

This Broadway's got, its got a lot of songs to sing,
if I knew the tunes I might join in
I go my way alone, grow my own,
my own seeds shall be sown, in New York city
Subways no way , for a good man to go down,
Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown

And I thank the Lord for the people I have found,
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say, "good morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why,
they know not if it's dark out side or light

And now I know, "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words
to say
I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow,
in New York city
Subways no way, for a good man to go down,
Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown

And I thank the Lord for the people I have found,
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say, "good morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why,
they know not if it's dark outside or light,
they know not if it's dark outside or light