Greenwich Village (Song)

Greenwich Village
Walking down the street stand by my side
funny we should meet struck by the same light
knocked off our feet under the sky of
Greenwich Village.
Weekend in the park sit by my side
then I tie a wreathe of flowers on her wrist,
looking through the mist I see the future in
Greenwich Village.
Chorus
The church bells are ringing
the street lamps are gleaming
tell me what you're dreaming,
I think were flying.
Chorus 2
Ivy on iron gratings
sunlight on rooftops gleaming
tell me what you're dreaming
I think were dying.
Brownstone second-floor lay by my side,
never in my life have I felt the strong,
to hell with afterlife I have my heaven
in Greenwich Village.