Now I know, Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City Until you've seen this trash can dream come true You stand at the edge while people they run you through I thank the Lord there's people out there like you I thank the Lord there's people out there like you While Mona Lisa's and Manhattan's sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light This Broadway's got, it's got a lot of songs to sing And if I knew the tunes I might join in I go my way alone, I'll grow my own My own seed shall be sown in New York City Subway's no way for a good man to go down Rich man can ride and the poor boy he can drown I thank the Lord for the people I have found I thank the Lord for the people I have found While Mona Lisa's and Manhattan's sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night While Mona Lisa's and Manhattan's sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside They know not if it's dark outside They know not if it's dark outside or light