New York Tendaberry Lyrics - Map To The Treasure: Reimagining Laura Nyro - Billy Childs

New York tendaberry, blue berry 

A rush on rum, of brush and drum 

And the past is a blue note, inside me 

I ran away in the morning 

New York tendaberry, blue berry 

Rugs and drapes and drugs and capes 

Sweet kids in hunger slums 

Firecrackers break and they cross 

And they dust and they skate 

And the night comes 

I ran away in the morning 

Now I'm back, unpacked 

Sidewalk and pigeon 

You look like a city 

But you feel like religion to me 

New York tendabery, true berry 

I lost my eyes, In east wind skies 

Here where I've cried, where I've tried 

Where God and the tendaberry rise 

Where quakers and revolutionaries 

Join for life, for precious years 

Join for life, through silver tears 

New York tendaberry