โหลดเพลง mp3 New York Is My Home - Dion

The morning came today,
With rain and sheets of grey,
The subway rocked me out of bed,
To take me on my way.
Where'er I go I go in style,
Each and every mile,
You know, I'm not alone,
New York is my home.
I got a girl up in the Proms,
She treats me like a king,
I'll give her anything she wants,
She is my everything.
She can be hard as concrete,
Soft as a summer breeze,
We can wake the dawn,
New York is my home.
New York is calling me,
It's on the phone,
It's like the rooftop songs,
Up from the cobblestones.
You will never hear me say,
"The city street's too loud,"
I hear a gospel hymn
In every passing crowd.
It trails me and it tails me down,
To central park,
Even after dark,
New York is my home.
New York is calling me,
And now I find,
The city never sleeps,
It's my state of mind.
The breezes blow,
And take me where the Hudson never flows,
The harbour light shines on the piers,
As all young lovers know.
I can touch the world,
As it sails in from everywhere,
I'm not alone,
New York is my home.
New York is calling me,
And now I find,
The city never sleeps,
It's my state of mind.
The breezes blow,
And take me where the Hudson never flows,
The harbour light shines on the piers,
As all young lovers know.
I can touch the world,
As it sails in from everywhere,
I'm not alone,
New York is my home.
I'm not alone,
New York is my home.