Farewell, New York
the sounds my feet make in the snow
the color of the lamppost glow
the temperature is ten below
and my mem’ries overflowing
it’s wintertime in central park
i take long walks long after dark
i know these lights i know this lake
and the path i wont be taking
it’s been so long since ive been here
and my footsteps ring clear as a bell
farewell, new york
next year i wont be coming home
farewell, new york . . .
the clock is counting down the day
i pass the hill where children play
might their snow angels melt away
special sorrows i’m awaking
how does a person find goodbye
across a bridge beneath the sky
under the rocks there’s no reply
so their silence i am breaking
it’s been so long since ive been here
and my footsteps ring clear as a bell
farewell, new york
next year i wont be coming home
farewell, new york
next year i wont be coming home.