Brooklyn Bridge

*Well, the city lights are dimmin’ down,*
*The East River’s breathin’ low.*
*The skyline’s just a ghostly crown,*
*And the traffic moves real slow.*
*The cables hum a lonesome tune,*
*As the fog rolls in across the bay,*
*Manhattan’s shrouded by the moon,*
*And Brooklyn fades away.*


*Oh, the fog over the Brooklyn Bridge,*
*It’s a memory you can’t erase.*
*A silver curtain on the ridge,*
*Coverin’ time and every place.*
*It’s a picture from an old-time card,*
*A black and white, a silent song,*
*Where the dreams of both sides of the yard*
*Have been comin’ together all along.*


*I’ve seen that mist in early spring,*
*And heard the rain on summer nights.*
*I’ve watched the leaves that autumn bring*
*Turn golden in the fading lights.*
*And when the winter winds blow cold,*
*The bridge stands strong against the storm,*
*A story that’s forever told,*
*Keepin’ every heartland warm.*


*Oh, the fog over the Brooklyn Bridge,*
*It’s a memory you can’t erase.*
*A silver curtain on the ridge,*
*Coverin’ time and every place.*


*From the honky-tonks to the city street,*
*From the harbor to the open plain,*
*It’s a rhythm of a steady beat,*
*Doin’ everything it can to remain.*


*Oh, the fog over the Brooklyn Bridge,*
*It’s a memory you can’t erase.*
*A silver curtain on the ridge,*
*Coverin’ time and every place.*