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