Bleeker Street Lyrics by Simon and Garfunkel

Bleeker Street Lyrics

    Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
    Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street
    Fills the alleys where men sleep
    Hides the shepherd from the sheep
    Voices leaking from a sad cafe
    Smiling faces try to understand
    I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
    On Bleeker Street

    A poet reads his crooked rhyme
    Holy, holy is his sacrament
    Thirty dollars pays your rent
    On Bleeker Street

    I head a church bell softly chime
    In a melody sustainin'
    It's a long road to Cainan
    On Bleeker Street
    Bleeker Street