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Heard a bugle blowing in the misty morning
What a haunting sound over Times Square
Heard of the ghost of 52nd Street
Looked out the door but
the eye
52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots
Money make a pussy get the juice
Money make the copper give a pass
Money make me cop
might off him, no them boys on Figg don't play
Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night
But her
to die

But taking everything that he's livin' by
And reject him from society all God's children ain't free
No reject him from society all God's
say
Summertime soon slips away
I hope I'll see you one fine day on Yonge Street

Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
Back there in the flow you may
voice is strong, our future's bright
And thanks to what we learned from you
We've grown into the children of the night
Left by my father with only this
Last night I had a little altercation
They wobbled menacingly
Beneath the yellow street light it became a situation
Well, they wanted my brand-new
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie;
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
I follow the Moskva 
Down to Gorky Park 
Listening to the wind of change 
An August summer night 
Soldiers passing by 
Listening to the wind
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind
I follow the Moskva 
Down to Gorky Park 
Listening to the wind of change 
An August summer night 
Soldiers passing by 
Listening to the wind
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind
I follow the Moskva 
Down to Gorky Park 
Listening to the wind of change 
An August summer night 
Soldiers passing by 
Listening to the wind
I follow the Moskva 
Down to Gorky Park 
Listening to the wind of change 
An August summer night 
Soldiers passing by 
Listening to the wind
Final night draws near
On the old house by the hill
Night draws near
Where the children all played at will

When the sun at last comes down
Children carry through the streets
A brightly painted star
Angels gather round the hearth
Strumming on guitars
Men of great renown and faith
Say
on the streets
The gates are opened wide
And all who would might enter
And no one was denied
No need of moon or stars by night
Or sun to shine by day
It was
Santa's sure to come this very night

There are jingle bells and Christmas carols singin'
By the children who are walking in the street
Folks are
Walking down my street
Here's the room where I live
Here's the neighbor children, sometimes they bother me
Here's the window where you left
How
here to beat out your brains
There's no one who'll make you cry
If your parents kill you year by year
Well here's the time to say goodbye
And it's oh
knowing what, where or how you were thinking
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
the children who are hungry
And never get to eat
How about the people who are homeless
Sleeping in the street

Every night
Before I go to sleep
I count my
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from
Last night I lay a sleeping there came a dream so fair
I stood in old Jerusalem, beside the temple there
I heard the children singing and ever