Cold Hands from New York Lyrics
| Song | Cold Hands from New York |
| Artist | Gordon Lightfoot |
| Album | Back Here on Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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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