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streams, yea

On these dark streets, the sun is black
The winter life is coming back
On these dark streets, it's cold inside
There's no retreat from
legends boy

Agnes lives alone on 42nd street
Badgered by a fat man's memory
Back on the streets
She won't get too far
Gettin' riddled in the dark
dark street the sun is black.
The winter life is coming back.
On this dark street it's cold inside.
There's no retreat from time that's died.

It
played by a soldier's grave
So sad it torments your soul
Just listen to that north wind moan
Tonight it's so dark and cold.

Somewhere a siren cuts
was a labor of pain, it was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark with every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.

On this dark street the sun is black.
The winter life is coming back.
On this dark street it's cold inside.
Through dark desolate streets
Thoughts collide like the light lines that bleed

Sky eerily bright
Plane trails through the night
Birds sing lost
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 the everlasting Light;
to replace the bulb in the glass
Rectangular vase
The light on the street flickers on through the trees
And I can see your face

Kicked in and dark inside
belong to me

I walked out in the cold night air
Half expecting you'd be there
But there was no one on the dark and empty street
Just a memory when
the onion air
As the ball flies through the park
Violet and Vita run
Through the streets of Paris
Their laughter floating through the dark

A fog that
That's what it's like to be lonesome
I know cause I'm a mighty lonesome guy

The streets are dark and empty and you walk them all alone
You think
a stream with no end in sight
As dark as it is cold
Flowing by as we pray for the source to run dry
That we may never grow old
We long to rest our tired
and a hope deep down inside
They say the streets are paved with gold
But it sure looks kind of cold outside

Steppin' on the sidewalk with the stars
Mission Street is a striking dark-eyed stranger
who speaks a language I don't know but long to learn
its cadences fall endlessly beyond
of darkness over me
Save our souls, lost on the dark uncharted sea

Well you wake up in the morning on Hester street
And run to the factory, You can't
Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon

Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar
Hookers,
Hushed were the glad hossanahs
The little children sang
The sun grew dark with mystery
The morn was cold and chill
As the shadow of the cross arose
The streets are dark and empty and you walk them all alone
You think about your love affair and wonder what went wrong
You go to bed each night
The streets're dark and empty and you walk them all alone
You think about your love affair and wonder what went wrong
You go to bed each night
trees
The redbones are howling down by Wilson's Bridge
The lawmen stand waiting upon Deadman's Ridge

[Chorus]

Ooh Carolina so dark I can't see
The streets are dark and empty and you walk them all alone
You think about your love affair and wonder what went wrong
You go to bed each night
Written by peter green and j.s. green.


Oh, there's a way to keep the dark from the light
And there's a way to take the cold out of the night
He lay his blanket underneath the freeway
As the evening sky grew dark
Took a sniff of toncho from his coke can
And headed through Balboa Park
forevermore.

Out in the streets
In the cold light of day
I've been reflecting on what she might say.
I felt a shiver
The devil passed me by.
He said nothing
My