The Brooklyn Bridge

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 She`s learned to wear like a crown If you`ve been a rover Journey`s end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge Don`t let no one tell you I`ve 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 you`ve been a rover Journey`s end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge Don`t let no one tell you I`ve been tryin` to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge You`ll miss her most when you roam `cause you`ll think of her and think of home The good old Brooklyn Bridge