text: And now I know
  Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
  I thought I knew
  But now I know that rose trees never grow
  In New York City
  Until youve seen this trash-can dream come true
  You stand at the edge while people run you through
  And I thank the Lord
  Theres people out there like you
  I thank the Lord theres people out there like you
  While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
  Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
  Turn around and say good morning to the night
  For unless they see the sky
  But they cant and that is why
  They know not if its dark outside or light
  This Broadways got
  Its got a lot of songs to sing
  If I knew the tunes, I might join in
  Oh, I go my way alone
  Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City
  Subways no way for a good man to go down
  Rich man can ride, and the hobo, he can drown
  And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
  I thank the Lord for the people I have found, oh
  While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
  Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
  Turn around and say good morning to the night
  For unless they see the sky
  But they cant and that is why
  They know not if its dark outside or light
  And now I know
  Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
  Mmm, I thought I knew
  But now I know that rose trees never grow
  In New York City
  Until youve seen this trash-can dream come true
  You stand at the edge while people run you through
  And I thank the Lord
  Theres people out there like you, yeah
  I thank the Lord theres people out there like you, oh
  While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
  Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
  Turn around and say good morning to the night
  Well, unless they see the sky
  But they cant and that is why
  They know not if its dark outside or light
  They know not if its dark outside or light