I wrote this song after reading a
post that Rhonda Vincent (www.rhondavincent.com)
made on her message board about going shopping in New
York City with her daughters and how she disappeared in
the streets of New York City. The phrase stuck with me
and a few weeks later I came up with the idea for the
song…
The Streets
of New York City
She left this morning on a northbound train,
For a few weeks with her aunt in Chicago.
At least that’s what she told her husband to be,
In the letter he’ll receive tomorrow
She had never been much of anywhere,
She hoped he would read between the lines.
For in her heart she did not want to marry,
She longed to be beyond these tall Georgia pines.
As the train made it’s way to Chicago,
She met a man, who told her the place to be,
Was back east in New York City.
They could go there on the next train,
If she would join him then he would show her
Around the places to be in New York City.
She finally wrote a letter back home,
That she’d met someone and fallen in love.
And the city was where she wanted to be,
Life here was everything she’d ever dreamed of.
He wrote her back, heartbroken and lonely,
He would be there in just one week’s time.
He wanted the chance to tell her he loved her,
And to please come back home to these tall Georgia
pines.
As the train pulled into the station,
His eyes meet hers and he could tell she should be,
Here with her heart in New York City.
Goodbyes said, he held her for a moment,
Then stood and watched as she faded away,
Into the crowd on the streets of New York City.
She faded away,
Into the crowd on the streets of New York City.
His love faded away,
Into the crowd on the streets of New York City.
Words and Music by Fred W. Black, 2004
Copyright 2004, by Fred W. Black all rights reserved
Use or reproduction without permission
is prohibited.
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