New York Wakes - Horslips

Said we never should have let them go

But we let them go

To find a living in the foreign places

Where the crazy faces made them feel so low

A thousand promises we meant to keep

But we could not keep

We built a city out of junkyard alleys

And landscape valleys, where dead men sleep

Ah, but you were a playboy;

you could

Always sing along

Even at those New York Wakes you were

Always good for a song

And you said «Hey New York, come on tell m

Can this be the promised land?

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Clos your eyes and you can feel all right

In the teeming night

And set your face against the rush of feet

And the sidewalk heat and the cafe light

Just remember what they said at home

When you went alone

That no one here is going to fake the time

To read your mind or save your soul

But you were a dancer when there was dancing in the streets

Night-time boys and Broadway Jigs helped

Keep your footwork neat

And you said «Hey New York, come on tell me

Can this be the promised land»?