| The Kosovo song |
| Take me to the
place,
where daffodils and metaphors Are part of the scenery, Today and forever +++ Did you know how hard I cried? When she tossed a coin and took her chance Not knowing, Just hoping That in New York she would dance * Are there churches in Heaven? With Catholics Protestants too Are there Buddhists? Are there Muslims? Are there Orthodox Jews * Is there moon light in heaven (tonight)? At times like these does heaven smile? Why Can’t heaven be here? Where we are Not so far… * Why can’t all the wicked Men Blow away fade away and leave the little ones from both sides to embrace * In New York she stoodShe tossed her hair then looked around Catching my eye She said "To the east side to the west side Hey stranger where do I go?" * Why can’t New York be heaven? And the empire state the throne of grace. Blessed New York Good night May those who come to you find their peace |