Snow in Central Park Lyrics

I look into your eyes
And see the dawn reflecting slowly
We will be true till it gets dark

Above the city's cry
I hear a sound refelcting 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 grapped our coates and made our way
To discover snow in Cenral Park

And I was lost in the city of light
And I was flying away from it all
And I was dust on the edge of a dream

And we drank coffee
In the boathouse and we watched
Old friends embrace
We listend to their sad remarks

You cannot trust a man
Untill you know of his defeats
I thought over this in P.J.Clarks's

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 dust on the edge of a dream

I look into your eyes
And see the grey Dakota building
Slowing dissolving into dark

Sweet blessings on this night