I Left My Heart in Brooklyn

I left my heart in Brooklyn
Underneath my favorite stone
It was an old love story
Some young stoop kids might have told

It was in each and every corner
On bright streets hiding at night
It was the right time to be eating sweets
It was the wrong time to take to flight

I let her off at her apartment
The spring was lovelier in her hair it seemed
I took a flower off the fences
And I placed it in our fragrant dreams

She walked a lot along a hillside
There were so many people passin’ by
Moms and pops and little daughters
Some sons in strollers always laugh and cry

We drank it by the glassful
Like wolves of deer supping fine
Drank each other down all night long
After dinners when she was mine.

Now a lot of people say
“You get one shot in life dear”
So what here’s yours
Enjoy it while you can mate
So what here is yours
So what here is yours for the taking
But she ain’t gonna take yours no more

Yes I left my heart in Brooklyn
And nobody sings me the blues
I look alone out of all the windows
And think of rooftops looking out with you

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