And 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 run you through
And I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you
I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you
While more leasers and bad hatters, 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
Just brought with God
Just got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
I'll go my way alone
I'll grow my own, my own seed shall be sown
And 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't ride and the hobo, he can drown
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
While more leasers and bad hatters, 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
No, not if it's dark outside
Or light
Now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know



Now I know that the rose trees will never grow in New York City.
Subway's no way for a good man to go down.
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown.
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found.
I thank the Lord for the people I have found.
While morning leases in Mount Hattus,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
turn around and say,
good morning to the night.
For unless they see the sky,
but they can, then that is why.
They know not if it's dark outside or light.
They know not if it's dark outside or light.
They know not if it's dark outside or light.