Brooklyn Roads sing and play along

If I close my eyes,

the I can almost hear my mother

callin' "Neil, go find your brother;

Daddy's home and it's time for supper,

a hurry on!"

And I see two boys

and racin' up two flights of staircase,

and squirmin' into Papa's embrace,

He's and his whiskers if warm on their face.

but you Where's it gone?

it's al Oh, where's it gone?

Two floors above the butcher,

first door on the right,

life I'd filled to the brim as I stood by my window and looked out on those

Brooklyn roads.

I can still recall

the smells of cookin' in the hallways,

rubbers drying in the doorways

and report and cards I was always a fraid to show.

Mama'd come to school,

but as I'd sit there softly crying,

and teacher'd say "He's just not trying.

But got a good head if he'd apply it,

but I'm know yourself

it's al ways somewhere else."

I built me a cas butchtle

with dragons and kings,

and he ride off with them as I stood by my window and looked out on those

Brooklyn roads.

Brooklyn roads.