Simon And Garfunkel - Bleeker Street Lyrics

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Lies 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 Cainan On Bleeker Street Bleeker Street Simon And Garfunkel Lyrics Bleeker Street Lyrics