Streets of Little Italy

	Lyrics：Robbie Seidman Music：Robbie Seidman
	The narrow and the winding ways
	the streets of old New York
	the families, the street life, the spark
	the rooftop where we watched
	San Gennaro's Festival
	masquerader in the dark...
	On the streets down in Little Italy
	Where the past goes on and on forever
	and I feel it ever present
	In every step I take alone
	on the streets down in Little Italy
	The oceans and the years
	that separate our lives
	from these streets we once called our home
	those distances of space and time
	how strong they are
	and how weak they are...
	On the streets down in Little Italy
	where the past goes o and on forever
	and I feel it ever present I
	in every step I take alone
	on the streets down in Little Italy
	Does the morning sunlight
	still hit the bed where we used to lie
	do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow
	where I lingered till I was empty
	where I stayed till I had to go
	though in the night
	sometimes I see you disappear
	down cobblestones...
	On the streets down in Little Italy
	where the past goes o and on forever
	and I feel it ever present I
	in every step I take alone
	on the streets down in Little Italy

	Lyrics: Robbie Seidman Music: Robbie Seidman
	The narrow and the winding ways
	the streets of old New York
	the families, the street life, the spark
	the rooftop where we watched
	San Gennaro' s Festival
	masquerader in the dark...
	On the streets down in Little Italy
	Where the past goes on and on forever
	and I feel it ever present
	In every step I take alone
	on the streets down in Little Italy
	The oceans and the years
	that separate our lives
	from these streets we once called our home
	those distances of space and time
	how strong they are
	and how weak they are...
	On the streets down in Little Italy
	where the past goes o and on forever
	and I feel it ever present I
	in every step I take alone
	on the streets down in Little Italy
	Does the morning sunlight
	still hit the bed where we used to lie
	do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow
	where I lingered till I was empty
	where I stayed till I had to go
	though in the night
	sometimes I see you disappear
	down cobblestones...
	On the streets down in Little Italy
	where the past goes o and on forever
	and I feel it ever present I
	in every step I take alone
	on the streets down in Little Italy