City Of Light
The watchman is pleased to see them come
Some from crumbling houses, some
From tall, bleak towers
In morning’s earliest hours
He sees them marching, ashiver
Across bridges, over the river
As the new sun wakes
And the day breaks
They come from the furthest extremity
Of this cold and darkened city
Towards the shining center, bright
Of a city of light
Oh, beautiful city
City of light, shine on
Oh, beautiful city
City of light, shine on
They come from the furthest part
Approach the city’s pulsing heart
The bright mind of the city
The sparkling crown of the city
They, the feet, the hands of the city
The muscles and the fists of the city
They bare the arms of the city, they
Make their way
And the watchman is ready
His eye and his hand are steady
He watches once shadowed faces
Shine
Oh, beautiful city
City of light, shine on
Oh, beautiful city
City of light, shine on
All words and music by Dave Hall ©
Publisher: Row House Music PRO: ASCAP
