The Brooklyn Bridge

The Brooklyn Bridge - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)

Like the folks you meet on

Like to plant my feet on the Brooklyn bridge

What a lovely view from

Heaven looks at you from the Brooklyn bridge

I love to listen to the wind through her strings

The song that she sings for the town

I love to look up at the clouds in her hair

She's learned to wear like a crown

If you've been a rover

Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn bridge

Don't let no one tell you

I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn bridge

All the folks in Manhattan are sad

'Cause they look at her and wish they had

The good old Brooklyn bridge

If you've been a rover

Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn bridge

Don't let no one tell you

I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn bridge

You'll miss her most when you roam

'Cause you'll think of her and think of home

The good old Brooklyn bridge