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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

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, and

If I knew the tune 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 this 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

While Mona Lisas...

And now I know Spanish Harlem...

Subway's no way...

While Mona Lisas...

They know not if it's dark outside or light.