New York is big and very busy.
With scrapers to the sky.
When I go there I get all dizzy
Because the’re so very high.
New York is straight and honest and strong,
It is the eastern gate.
Come all now and join the throng,
It is a turn of fate.
Taxis wheel and weave and twist,
As they charge like cavaliers.
The buses come, they can’t be missed!
As they go through the city’s tiers.
All men they come, once in their life,
To see New York at last
They feel the calling of the fife
As it played in the past.
And Liberty welcomes them,
With a torch held up high,
Freedom’s light for all to see,
With a longing to be free!