Rain, it falls Way above the snow-patch to the stream Wind, it calls Whistles defamation of trees And when the near do wells up to call Who knows how to run? We do. Still we can not stray too far From Third Avenue
Trace the path See how many steps there are to go Nightly fall, tumble and melt like the snow And when the near do wells up to call Who knows how to run? We do. Still we can not stray too far From Third Avenue
Don't be late It seems like most of the time I'm out of view It's cold, my love In my room over Third Avenue And when the near do wells up to call Who knows how to run? We do. Still we can not stray too far From Third Avenue Still we can not stray too far From Third Avenue
