| Song | Brooklyn Roads |
| Artist | Neil Diamond |
| Album | The Neil Diamond Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Neil Diamond Music:Neil Diamond | |
| If I close my eyes | |
| I can almost hear my mother | |
| Callin', 'Neil, go find your brother | |
| Daddy's home, and it's time for supper | |
| Hurry on' | |
| And I see two boys | |
| Racin' up two flights of staircase | |
| Squirmin' into Papa's embrace | |
| And his whiskers warm on their face | |
| Where's it gone | |
| Oh, where's it gone | |
| Two floors above the butcher | |
| First door on the right | |
| Life filled to the brim | |
| As I stood by my window | |
| And I looked out of those | |
| Brooklyn roads | |
| I can still recall | |
| The smells of cookin' in the hallways | |
| Rubbers drying in the doorways | |
| And report cards I was always | |
| Afraid to show | |
| Mama'd come to school | |
| And as I'd sit there softly crying | |
| Teacher'd say, 'He's just not trying | |
| He's got a good head if he'd apply it' | |
| But you know yourself | |
| It's always somewhere else | |
| I built me a castle | |
| With dragons and kings | |
| And I'd ride off with them | |
| As I stood by my window | |
| And looked out on those | |
| Brooklyn roads | |
| Thought of going back | |
| But all I'd see are stranger's faces | |
| And all the scars that love erases | |
| But as my mind walks through thoses places | |
| I'm wonderin' | |
| What's come of them | |
| Does some other young boy | |
| Come home to my room | |
| Does he dream what I did | |
| As he stands by my window | |
| And looks out on those | |
| Brooklyn roads |
| Lyrics: Neil Diamond Music: Neil Diamond | |
| If I close my eyes | |
| I can almost hear my mother | |
| Callin', ' Neil, go find your brother | |
| Daddy' s home, and it' s time for supper | |
| Hurry on' | |
| And I see two boys | |
| Racin' up two flights of staircase | |
| Squirmin' into Papa' s embrace | |
| And his whiskers warm on their face | |
| Where' s it gone | |
| Oh, where' s it gone | |
| Two floors above the butcher | |
| First door on the right | |
| Life filled to the brim | |
| As I stood by my window | |
| And I looked out of those | |
| Brooklyn roads | |
| I can still recall | |
| The smells of cookin' in the hallways | |
| Rubbers drying in the doorways | |
| And report cards I was always | |
| Afraid to show | |
| Mama' d come to school | |
| And as I' d sit there softly crying | |
| Teacher' d say, ' He' s just not trying | |
| He' s got a good head if he' d apply it' | |
| But you know yourself | |
| It' s always somewhere else | |
| I built me a castle | |
| With dragons and kings | |
| And I' d ride off with them | |
| As I stood by my window | |
| And looked out on those | |
| Brooklyn roads | |
| Thought of going back | |
| But all I' d see are stranger' s faces | |
| And all the scars that love erases | |
| But as my mind walks through thoses places | |
| I' m wonderin' | |
| What' s come of them | |
| Does some other young boy | |
| Come home to my room | |
| Does he dream what I did | |
| As he stands by my window | |
| And looks out on those | |
| Brooklyn roads |
| Lyrics: Neil Diamond Music: Neil Diamond | |
| If I close my eyes | |
| I can almost hear my mother | |
| Callin', ' Neil, go find your brother | |
| Daddy' s home, and it' s time for supper | |
| Hurry on' | |
| And I see two boys | |
| Racin' up two flights of staircase | |
| Squirmin' into Papa' s embrace | |
| And his whiskers warm on their face | |
| Where' s it gone | |
| Oh, where' s it gone | |
| Two floors above the butcher | |
| First door on the right | |
| Life filled to the brim | |
| As I stood by my window | |
| And I looked out of those | |
| Brooklyn roads | |
| I can still recall | |
| The smells of cookin' in the hallways | |
| Rubbers drying in the doorways | |
| And report cards I was always | |
| Afraid to show | |
| Mama' d come to school | |
| And as I' d sit there softly crying | |
| Teacher' d say, ' He' s just not trying | |
| He' s got a good head if he' d apply it' | |
| But you know yourself | |
| It' s always somewhere else | |
| I built me a castle | |
| With dragons and kings | |
| And I' d ride off with them | |
| As I stood by my window | |
| And looked out on those | |
| Brooklyn roads | |
| Thought of going back | |
| But all I' d see are stranger' s faces | |
| And all the scars that love erases | |
| But as my mind walks through thoses places | |
| I' m wonderin' | |
| What' s come of them | |
| Does some other young boy | |
| Come home to my room | |
| Does he dream what I did | |
| As he stands by my window | |
| And looks out on those | |
| Brooklyn roads |