Fog's rollin' in off the East River bankLike a shroud it covers Bleeker StreetFills the alleys where men sleepHides the shepherd from the sheepVoices leaking from a sad cafeSmiling faces try to understandI saw a shadow touch a shadow's handOn Bleeker StreetA poet reads his crooked rhymeHoly, holy is his sacramentThirty dollars pays your rentOn Bleeker StreetI head a church bell softly chimeIn a melody sustainin'It's a long road to CaananOn Bleeker StreetBleeker Street
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