The willow in the wind is gently weeping

No city lights tonight for she is sleeping

But in a little while she will awake and gently smile

My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning.



Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning

She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning

She has so much to give but so little time to live

My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning.



As I look down the streets are slowly forming

And the ladies of the night have start performing

And the trash-collectors horn salutes the dawning

And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning

And soft warm hands behind that give no warning

Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning



I have so much to say but so little time to stay

With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning

With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning