Fog's Rollin' In Off The East River Bank

Like A Shroud It Covers Bleeker Street

Fills The Alleys Where Men Sleep

Hides The Shepherd From The Sheep



Voices Leaking From A Sad Cafe

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 Head A Church Bell Softly Chime

In A Melody Sustainin'

It's A Long Road To Caanan

On Bleeker Street

Bleeker Street