New York and the long city streets Sunk in shadow with ghostly yellow lamps Is home to me, my music and my dreams. I walk on, mile on endless mile Young and unafraid through danger and dark, The temptress night seducing mind and heart. Along the Hudson with its languid waves And on to Sutton Place I wind my way. In German town I hear the zither play And sing awhile with kindly men the songs Of Schubert, Schumann, Wolf, and often Brahms, Lieder of the poet's life and loves And lighter melodies that sweeten the night. Moving on again I turn towards home On Kenmare Street in Little Italy, Where ancient ladies at their window seats Look out on all with darting ferret eyes Missing nothing but welcoming their own. Safe I sleep though the police cars roar Deep beneath my rooms this moonless night.
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