Frank Sinatra - Brooklyn Bridge

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
Shes learned to wear like a crown

If youve been a rover
Journeys end lies over the brooklyn bridge
Dont let no one tell you
Ive 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 youve been a rover
Journeys end lies over the brooklyn bridge
Dont let no one tell you
Ive been tryin to sell you the brooklyn bridge

Youll miss her most when you roam
Cause youll think of her and think of home
The good old brooklyn bridge