When Manhattan Was A Maiden lyrics

When Manhattan was a maiden, I was her lover

I was the Brooklyn Bridge carrying wood for her fires

The horns and the whistles her personal choir

I gave her those things her young heart most desired

And oh, how the band played on

And oh, once again into the dawn

When Manhattan was a maiden, I was her lover

I was the snow curving blind down around her hips

The horse making tracks on the first of his trips

As the deep scarlet moon, I was kissing her lips

And oh, how the band played on

And oh, how the band played on

And oh, once again into the dawn

When Manhattan was a maiden

Now she is a wild girl, this island

The shucks of the sidewalks

She leaps off it's ledge,

Doesn't need to be reminded

With her 'touch me' pants and her 'go to hell' shoes

Not much could still be new for her,

This beauty born and brutal as the New York day is long

When Manhattan was a maiden, I was her lover

Maybe she still has my picture between some leather-bound pages

But her number, it changes again and again

I don't know if she would recognize such an old friend

But oh, how the band plays on

And oh, how the band plays on

Oh, once again into the dawn

Oh, New York City, baby

Happy New Year

Once again into the dawn

'Round again, it goes around