Like the folks you meet on-Like to plant my feet on the brooklyn bridge-What a lovely view from-Heaven looks at you from the brooklyn bridge
I love to listen to the wind through her strings-The song that she sings for the town-I love to look up at the clouds in her hair-Shes learned to wear like a crown
If youve been a rover-Journeys end lies over the brooklyn bridge-Dont let no one tell you
Ive been tryin to sell you the brooklyn bridge
All the folks in manhattan are sad-cause they look at her and wish they had-The good old brooklyn bridge
If youve been a rover-Journeys end lies over the brooklyn bridge-Dont let no one tell you
Ive been tryin to sell you the brooklyn bridge
Youll miss her most when you roam-`cause youll think of her and think of home
The good old brooklyn bridge.
[Frank Sinatra, BrooklynBridge]
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