There's a pale winter moon in the sky
Coming through my window
And the park is laid out like a bed below

It's a cold dark night and my heart melts like the snow
And the bells of New York City tell me not to go


Ooooh...
Ooooh...


It's always this time of year that my thoughts undo me
With the ghosts of many lifetimes all about
But from these mad heights I can always hear the sound

Of the bells of New York City singing all around

Ooooh...

Ooooh...

Stay with me

Stay with me
Refuge from these broken dreams
Wait right here

Awake with me
On silent snow-filled streets


Sing to me one song for joy and one for redemption
And whatever's in between that I call mine
With the street lamp light to illuminate the grey

And the bells of New York City calling me to stay
The bells of New York City calling me to stay.


Ooooh...
Ooooh...
Ooooh...

Ooooh...