Streets of Little Italy

The narrow and the winding ways The streets of old New York The families, the street life, the spark The rooftop where we watched San Gennaro's festival Masquerades in the dark... On the streets down in little Italy Where the past goes on and on forever And I feel it ever present In every step I take alone On the streets down in little Italy The oceans and the years That separate our lives From these streets we once called our home Those distances of space and time How strong they are And how weak they are... On the streets down in little Italy Where the past goes on and on forever And I feel it ever present In every step I take alone On the streets down in little Italy Does the morning sunlight Still hit the bed where we used to lie Do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow Where I lingered till I was empty Where I stayed till I had to go Though in the night Sometimes I see you disappear Down cobblestones... On the streets down in little Italy Where the past goes on and on forever And I feel it ever present In every step I take alone Like your presence in my bones On the streets down in little Italy