Down there in the wind and the sirens,
Down there in the city below,
What they need is keeping its silence
Way down under the New York snow,
Under the New York snow.
And up here I read in the papers,
They say the night will fall to seven below,
And I read safe by the fire,
My guilt is covered in New York snow,
Covered in New York Snow.
A broken ring is all they have,
They never could indict me.
And though my brave detective tries,
The thing that would convict me
Is under the New York snow.
He breaks his back, he lies awake,
He tries so hard it moves me.
But one thing's still beyond his grasp;
The answer to this mystery
Is under the New York Snow.
Down there in the wind and the sirens,
Down there in the city below,
What they need is keeping its silence
Way down under the New York snow,
Under the New York snow.
