Proud in the morning sun. Day has just begun. She's a queen riding on the waves. So many miles away. Sailing many a day. Brave in dark storms and hurricanes.
New york city ... here we come. New york city ... just for fun. New york city ... broadway lights. New york city ... oh baby, funny nights. . New york city ... here we come.
Gloria, can you waddle, ah, ah?. . Hey, baby can I dance with you?. I will show you something very good. I'm your gander you're my goose. And this is something new for you, oh hear me!.
We are Children of Paradise. When the Lord created us. All his work was through. Then the Children of Paradise. Did the only thing. They really shouldn't do.
On the first day of spring. They heard the news. The word spread like fire. That she had fallen. The fields of that day. Were watered with tears. Tears that were cried.