Lyrics: Bleeker Street
Album: Collected Works
Artist: Simon and Garfunkel
 

Fog’s rollin’ in off the east river bank
Like a shroud it covers bleeker street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep

Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow’s hand
On bleeker street

A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On bleeker street

I head a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin’
It’s a long road to caanan
On bleeker street
Bleeker street