And now I know   Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say   I thought I knew   But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City      Until you've seen this trash can dream come true   You stand at the edge while people run you through   And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you   I thank the Lord there's people out there like you      While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters   Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers   Turn around and say good morning to the night   For unless they see the sky   But they can't and that is why   They know not if it's dark outside or light      This Broadway's got   It's got a lot of songs to sing   If I knew the tunes I might join in   I'll go my way alone   Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City      Subway's no way for a good man to go down   Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown   And I thank the Lord for the people I have found   I thank the Lord for the people I have found