Winter in New York
On a slow boat 'round Manhattan
Joni Mitchell's River in my ears
I've come to find New York in the winter
Strolling through Central Park
Dead leaves rustle under my feet
I've come to find New York in the winter
Seems like I'm always in second gear
This is my favourite time of the year
Children skating up at the lake
Ghostly breath warms my face
I've come to find New York in the winter
And the bells ring out for Christmas Day
Autor(es): Paul D Jones
