Somewhere Down In New York Town

Where Lives A Friend Of Mine

But I Haven't Seen Her Face

For A Very Long Long Time

She Tried To Tell Me That My Life Was Getting Harder

She Took Me By The Hand

We Went Walking In The Garden

Well It's Five Past Three In The Afternoon

And The Sun Is Burning Down

I've Gotta Pack My Bags

And Get Outta This Sticking Town

Don't Try To Tell Me That My Life Is Getting Harder

When It's Seems So Easy

Just Like Walking In The Garden

When The Sun Goes Down And The Moon Comes Up

And Half The World Goes Dark

We Find Ourselves Alone

Wandering Through Central Park

Don't Try To Tell Me That My Life Is Getting Harder

Lay Down Beside Me

We'll Go Walking In The Garden