Snow In Central Park Songtext / Lyric

I look into your eyes

and see the dawn reflecting slowly

we will be true till it gets dark



above the city's cry

I hear a sound refelcting slowly

sweet music of the morning lark



and on fifth avenue

the wind it gripped us without mercy

and in our lives it leaves a mark



sweet blessings on the day

we grapped our coates and made our way

to discover snow in Cenral Park



and I was lost in the city of light

and I was flying away from it all

and I was dust on the edge of a dream






and we drank coffee

in the boathouse and we watched

old friends embrace

we listend to their sad remarks



you cannot trust a man

untill you know of his defeats

I thought over this in P.J.Clarks's



statue of Robert Burns

he sat so deep in thought

I felt the deep snow of Scotland

in his heart



and in that savage land

I took my guitar in my hand

I sang of the snow in Central Park



and I was lost in the city of light

and I was flying away from it all

and I was dust on the edge of a dream



I look into your eyes

and see the grey Dakota building

slowing dissolving into dark



sweet blessings on this night