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 Mona Lisas and Mad 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
    This Broadway's got
  It's got a lot of songs to sing
  If I knew the tunes I might join in
  I'll go my way alone
  Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown 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