Here is a song, just a song for a lonely boy
And a song is the best I
can do
Down in the city,
the day has begun
With the rattle of bottles
and a ghost of the sun
The prints hardly dry on
the morning gazette
The smell of the bread that's
not ready yet
Down in the city my love slumbers on
He'll awaken at noon with a
long sleepy yawn
Wrapped up in a robe of
a deep red and blue
He'll be still half -asleep,
making cof fee for two
Here is a song, just a song for a lonely boy
But how can he hear me till I
hold him near me?
Here is a song,
just a song for a lonely boy
And a song is the best I can do
Till I'm down in the city with
you
Down in the city,
the springs are wound tight
And a blessing is some way
to get through the night
Some take to whiskey
to keep out the cold
And some find their answer in a
stranger to hold
Down in the city, my love finds his way
He's reading a letter,
the third one today
But the pages are shaking,
his eyes have gone red
Who's down in the city with
a long night ahead
Here is a song, just a song
For a lonely boy,
but how can he hear me
Till I hold him near me
Here is a song, just a song
For a lonely boy and a song
is the best I can do
Till I'm down in the city with you
Till I'm down in the city with you
you