The Brooklyn Bridge — текст песни (Frank Sinatra)

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