The Brooklyn Bridge (feat. Mel Tormé)

Like the folks you meet on Like to plant my feet on the Brooklyn Bridge What a lovely view from Heaven looks at you from the Brooklyn Bridge I love to listen to the wind through her strings The song that she sings for the town I love to look up at the clouds in her hair She's learned to wear like a crown If you've been a rover Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge Don't let no one tell you I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge All the folks in Manhattan are sad 'Cause they look at her and wish they had The good old Brooklyn Bridge