Snow Is Falling in Manhattan - Purple Mountains

Snow is falling in Manhattan

In a slow diagonal fashion

On the Sabbath, as it happens

Snow is falling in Manhattan

If it looks like it might be a bad one

The good caretaker springs to action

Salts the stoop and scoops the cat in

Tests an icy patch for traction

Snow

Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa

Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa

Snow, oh, whoa

Snow, oh, whoa

Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa

Levels rising on the island

Shows no sign of soon subsiding

Drifting deeply down in Brooklyn

So much joy in merely looking

Inside he’s got a fire crackling

And on the couch, beneath an afghan

Lies an old friend he just took in

Seeking shelter from the cold wind

Coming down in smithereens

On Staten Island, Bronx and Queens

It’s blanketing the city streets

And the streets beneath are fast asleep

Songs build little rooms in time

And housed within the song’s design

Is the ghost the host has left behind

To greet and sweep the guest inside

Stoke the fire and sing his lines

Snow

Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa

Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa

Snow, oh, whoa

Snow, oh, whoa

Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa

Snow is falling in Manhattan

Inside I’ve got a fire crackling

And on the couch, beneath an afghan

You’re the old friend I just took in