Catch a taxi to the fountainhead   Blinking neon penny arcade   A young Caruso on the fire escape   Painted face ladies on parade   A newsboy on the corner   Singing out headlines   And a fiddler selling pencils   The sign reads, 'Help the blind'      Comin' up the lane callin'   Workin' while the rain's fallin'   Ragman, your song of the street   Keeps haunting my memory   Music in the air   I hear it ev'rywhere   Rags, bones with old city songs   Hear them, how they talk to me      Trolley car rings out the morning   The whistle blows at noon   A cat fight breaks open the night   While watch dogs bay at the moon   A preacher on an orange crate   With a salvation army band   And clicking along the cobbled stones   Well that's the sound of the ice cream man      Comin' up the lane callin'   Workin' while the rain's fallin'   Ragman, your song of the street   It keeps haunting my memory   Music in the air   I hear it ev'rywhere   Rags, bones and old city songs   Hear them, how they talk to me      The organ grinder and his monkey   Still walkin' the same old beat   The shoe-shine boy slappin' leather   He puts the rhythm in your feet   Strollin' by the churchyard   List'nin' to the Sunday choir   With voices rising to the heavens   Like sirens screaming to a fire      Comin' up the lane callin'   Workin' while the rain's fallin'   Ragman, your song of the street   It keeps haunting my memory   Music in the air   I hear it ev'rywhere   Rags, bones and old city songs   Play them one more time for me