Bleecker Street lyrics

Fog’s rollin’ off the East River Bank

Like a shroud, it covers Bleecker Street

Fills the alleys where men sleep

Hides the shepherd from the sheep

Voices leaking from a sad café

Smiling faces trying to understand

I saw a shadow touch a shadow’s hand

On Bleecker Street

The poet read his crooked rhyme

Holy, holy is his sacrament

Thirty dollars pays your rent

On Bleecker Street

I heard a church bell softly chime

In a melody sustainin’

It’s a long road to Canaan

On Bleecker Street

• Artist:Simon & Garfunkel
• Album:Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. (1964)