Cold Hands From New York Lyrics

I came down through Albany to New York
To find what I'd been missin'
I looked across the river to the city
Where the windows all stood glistenin'
I stood listenin'

Into a tunnel I did rise, like a grave inside
But I was young and able
When I came out the other end
Ah through the smoke, the winter light was feeble
Unreadable

I was optimistic though, a cabbie told me where to go
I thanked him
A face of white, a face of brown
Ah here a smile and there a look of danger
For a stranger

It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New York

Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone please help me
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pa*s my way and need me"

I came down to live alone in New York
The city of the living
There were fortunes at my feet but most of men
Were taking, none we giving
Or forgiving

Children ran and children played and roses grew in alleyways
I saw them
There were men who lived in style and others who had died
Where no one knew them
Beause they couldn't win

There were parks where old men slept and dingy rooms
Where babies crept unwanted
Till I began to ask myself if there were hope
Or if it mattered what they did
Or if they lived

It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New York

Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone please help me
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pa*s my way and need me"

I came down through Albany to New York
To find what I'd been missin'
I looked across the river to the city
Where the windows all stood glistenin'
I stood listenin'

And there were prophets in the squares
And people there who smiled and said, "Forget it"
There were lovers in the park
And there was danger in the dark, I felt it
So afraid of it

And there were preachers of the Word and poets
Who were never heard, I heard them
There were those who would not try to learn
The measure of the lie they're livin'

I heard a young musician play in a place
Where they paid you not to listen
I heard a woman scream for help while men stood by
And offered their best wishes
That's how it is

It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New York

Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone please help me
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pa*s my way and need me"

Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone please help me
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pa*s my way and need me"

Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone please help me
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pa*s my way and need me"

Gordon Lightfoot - Did She Mention My Name/Back Here On Earth

Feb 2002

1. Did She Mention My Name
2. Wherefor And Why
3. Last Time I Saw Her, The
4. Black Day In July
5. May I
6. Magnificent Outpouring
7. Does Your Mother Know
8. Mountains And Maryann, The
9. Pussy Willows, Cat-Tails
10. I Want To Hear It From You
11. Something Very Special
12. Boss Man
13. Long Way Back Home
14. Unsettled Ways
15. Long Thin Dawn
16. Bitter Green
17. Circle Is Small, The
18. Marie Christine
19. Cold Hands From New York
20. Affair On 8th Avenue