The Seventh String

Transcendental indie folk

Transcendental folk band The Seventh String blends Celtic, classical and rock twists into traditional American songwriting.

New York City

Laura Benson

 

Won’t you meet me in New York City

Walk with me down the avenues

Won’t you meet me burrowed in buildings

Talk with me through the passing afternoon

 

Hand in hand by my side

Stay with me until the night

Pours in around us

And the golden windows all light up

 

Circling round us like the stars

As the serenade of honking cars

Sing their cacophony songs

We’ll go so sweetly ambling on

 

Won’t you meet me in New York City

In the autumn when the leaves change

Because I've been told they’re so pretty

In Central Park on a bench by the lake

 

Hand in hand by my side

Stay with me until the night

Pours in around us

And the golden windows all light up

 

Circling round us like the stars

As the serenade of honking cars

Sing their cacophony songs

We’ll go so sweetly ambling on

 

Won't you meet me there...

 

Won’t you meet me in New York City

Midway across the Brooklyn Bridge

And bring me a heart so heavy

That you can’t live without

And we’ll drown it in the Hudson

 

Hand in hand by my side

Stay with me until the night

Pours in around us

 

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