The narrow and the winding ways   the streets of old New York   the families, the street life, the spark   the rooftop where we watched   San Gennaro's Festival   masquerader in the dark...   On the streets down in Little Italy   Where the past goes on and on forever   and I feel it ever present   In every step I take alone   on the streets down in Little Italy      The oceans and the years   that separate our lives   from these streets we once called our home   those distances of space and time   how strong they are   and how weak they are...   On the streets down in Little Italy   where the past goes o and on forever   and I feel it ever present I   in every step I take alone   on the streets down in Little Italy      Does the morning sunlight   still hit the bed where we used to lie   do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow   where I lingered till I was empty   where I stayed till I had to go   though in the night   sometimes I see you disappear   down cobblestones...   On the streets down in Little Italy   where the past goes o and on forever   and I feel it ever present I   in every step I take alone   on the streets down in Little Italy