歌词
I look into your eyes and see
The dawn reflecting slowly
We will be true 'til it gets dark
Above the city's cry I hear
A sound reflecting 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 grabbed
Our coats and made our way to
Discover snow in Central Park
And I was lost in the city of light
And I was flying away from it all
And I was just on the edge of a dream
And we drank coffee in the Boathouse
And we watched old friends embrace
We listened to their sad remarks
You cannot trust a man until you know of his defeats
I thought over this in P.G. Club
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 just on the edge of a dream
I look into your eyes and see
That grey Dakota building
Slowly dissolving into dark
Sweet blessings on this night and let
Manhattan's heart burn bright but
Remember snow in Central Park
Remember snow in Central Park
Remember snow in Central Park
Remember snow in Central Park
Remember snow in Central Park
I look into your eyes
