作词 : Paul Simon
作曲 : Paul Simon
Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Like a shroud
It covers Bleeker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep
Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleeker Street
A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleeker Street
I heard a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin
It's a long road to Canaan
On Bleeker Street

Bleeker Street