The Garden-City

If this world never dies
it will all be blessed or cursed,
and if there's any place worth saving.
Oh God, Save New York first.
Oh God, Save New York first.

Right underneath the long tilled soil,
New York,
and till you feel the Subways pulse,
and beat,
and see the living roots, all kinds
and tangled.
From wall streets king,
to idlers off the street.
Rise to face her eye level now.
New York.
Watch clicking heels
make the curb alive.
Untill you know what brings these people here,
and what it takes
a city to survive.

If this world never dies
it will all be blessed or cursed,
and if there's any place worth saving.
Oh God, Save New York first.
Oh God, Save New York first.

Oh.

It still hardens slow,
into her soul.
New York,
Until you see the wounded and forsaken.
and all their longings,
told in honest art.
Stare until your bones are shaken.

Listen to her from the subway to the sky.
and telling you, that every roads a fork.
Leading tour, one Garden City or another.
The question stands - Which one is New York.

If this world never dies
it will all be blessed or cursed,
and if there's any place worth saving.
Oh God, Save New York first.
Oh God, Save New York first.

If this world never dies
it will all be blessed or cursed,
and if there's any place worth saving.
Oh God, Save New York first.
Oh God, Save New York first.

God - Oh.
God - Oh.



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Ansett, Margaret Dowers
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