Cold Hands From New York Lyrics

Song	Cold Hands From New York
Artist	Gordon Lightfoot
Album	United Artists Collection, The
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	作词 : Lightfoot
	I came down from 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, here a smile, 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 pass 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
	'cause 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 was hope or if it mattered what the 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 pass my way and need me
	I came down from 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'
	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
	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 pass my way and need me

	zuo ci : Lightfoot
	I came down from 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, here a smile, 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 pass 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
	' cause 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 was hope or if it mattered what the 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 pass my way and need me
	I came down from 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'
	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
	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 pass my way and need me

	zuò cí : Lightfoot
	I came down from 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, here a smile, 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 pass 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
	' cause 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 was hope or if it mattered what the 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 pass my way and need me
	I came down from 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'
	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
	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 pass my way and need me

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