And the ladies of the night have start performing
And the trash-collectors horn, salutes the dawning
Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning
My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning
But in a little while she will awake and gently smile
She has so much to give but so little time to live
As I look down the streets are slowly forming
And soon the work ward bound will they wake up yawning
Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning
With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning
And soft warm hands behind that give no warning
I have so much to say but so little time to stay
She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning
My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning
