look at the world ,its weak enought
I couldnt sleep for dreaming
my will is so ,its finally home
I had this dream ,this felling
this is dark the break day
at the midnight garden
it is evening ,Im waiting
here to hear the bell harlem

foot on the street ,I see the sun
the cloud is brazing in faces
some much to watch ,a
handred to blazers
I have see the flounce in pastens
all the time to be lie
teras and pains fall
down ,it belong the lonely night
I have the bell of harlem
very very ,missing missing
the dark is stand in pains
very very ,this it ,this it
the little joy in lonely
the branks roll in normal key
we grand down to circle
it quick to stop
they feeling change
I hear the bell of harlem