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