The willow in the wind is gently weeping   No city lights tonight for she is sleeping   But in a little while she will awake and gently smile   My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning      Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning   She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning   She has so much to give but so little time to live   My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning      As I look down the streets are slowly forming   And the ladies of the night have start performing   And the trash-collectors horn, salutes the dawning   And soon the work ward bound will they wake up yawning      And soft warm hands behind that give no warning   Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning   I have so much to say but so little time to stay   With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning   With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning