On Bleeker Street
Dirty little smudged face, and bare and battéred feet,
Playing in the sunshine, laughing at the heat,
Light of heart and care-free, down on Bleecker Street.
Wonder what you think, boy, wonder do you dream—
Summer in the country, and field, and wood, and stream,
Wind among the roses, and stars that glow and gleam?
Wonder if the message that makes the summer dear,
Song that thrills my heart-strings murmurs in your ear;
If it came a-wooing, I wonder would you hear?
If it came a-wooing,—Ah, God is kind and wise,
Would not wake the hunger in a baby's eyes,
Till that heart could answer the call of paradise.
So you play, and happy, I wonder does she know—
She who is your mother and loves you, baby, so—
Ache for that you share not the gifts that God would show?
Playing in the sunshine, laughing at the heat,
Light of heart and care-free, down on Bleecker Street.
Wonder what you think, boy, wonder do you dream—
Summer in the country, and field, and wood, and stream,
Wind among the roses, and stars that glow and gleam?
Wonder if the message that makes the summer dear,
Song that thrills my heart-strings murmurs in your ear;
If it came a-wooing, I wonder would you hear?
If it came a-wooing,—Ah, God is kind and wise,
Would not wake the hunger in a baby's eyes,
Till that heart could answer the call of paradise.
So you play, and happy, I wonder does she know—
She who is your mother and loves you, baby, so—
Ache for that you share not the gifts that God would show?
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