Gordon Lightfoot

Cold Hands From New York

  folk  singer-songwriter  canadian  70s  acoustic
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Текст песни Gordon Lightfoot - Cold Hands From New York

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I came down from Albany to New York to find what I`d been missin`
I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood
glistenin`
I stood listenin`
Into a tunnel I did rise, like a grave inside, but I was young and able
When I came out the other end, ah through the smoke the winter
light was feeble
Unreadable
I was optimistic though, a cabbie told me where to go
I thanked him
A face of white a face of brown, here a smile, there a look of danger
For a stranger
It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New York

Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries won`t someone please help me
I`ll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need me

I came down to live alone in New York the city of the living
There were fortunes at my feet but most of men were taking, none we giving
Or forgiving
Children ran and children played and roses grew in alleyways
I saw them
There were men who lived in style and others who had died where
no one knew them
`Cause they couldn`t win
There were parks where old men slept and dingy rooms where babies
crept unwanted
Till I began to ask myself if there was hope or if it mattered what the did
Or if they lived

It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New York

Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries won`t someone please help me
I`ll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need me

I came down from Albany to New York to find what I`d been missin`
I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood
glistenin`
I stood listenin`
There were prophets in the squares and people there who smiled
and said forget it
There were lovers in the park and there was danger in the dark, I felt it
So afraid of it
There were preachers of the word and poets who were never heard
I heard them
There were those who would not try to learn the measure of the lie
They`re livin`
I heard a young musician play in a place where they paid you not to listen
I heard a woman scream for help while men stood by and offered
their best wishes
That`s how it is

It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New York

Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries won`t someone please help me
I`ll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need me

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