All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray
I wouldn't wanna be a chimney sweep
All black from head
While I'm far away from you my baby
I know
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I
Fools rush in, so here I am
Awfully glad to be
I call your name but you're not there
Was I
I saw her again last night
And you know that
Got on board a westbound seven forty-seven
Didn't think before deciding
And the rain beats on my roof...
And it does not
On a midnight voyage,
One that has no ending;
And it's sending
I've got sunshine
On a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside,
I've got
People like us,
So much in love,
People who just trust one
You were a shooting star, weren't you,
Till moondust came along
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up
Strange young girls
Covered with sadness;
Eyes of innocence
Hiding their madness
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