[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
I thank the Lord there’s people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
This Broadway girl
Has got a lot of tunes to sing
If I knew them, I might join in
I'd go my way alone
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City
[Pre-Chorus]
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich men 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

[Chorus]
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

[Soprano Saxophone Solo]

[Outro]
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