Washington Square - The Village Stompers

WASHINGTON Written by Bret Domrose I feel something near Is it misery or fear It's a mystery unclear What am I doing here A breeze upon my face Smells sweet as your embrace A smile across my face As I think about that place And I feel like I know What's going on Like roses reach to Kiss the morning dawn I'm Washington tonight And all is calm I'm coming home to you We're moving on We rode upon a town People all around It's a good place to lay down And I dream about you now Holding pictures near I think of you my dear My body knows no fear What am I doing here

Brave Indian Warrior, since first I met you I can't forget you, Cherokee sweetheart Child of the prairie, your love keeps calling My heart enthralling, Cherokee Dreams of summertime, of lovertime gone by Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh. My Brave Indian Warrior, one day I'll hold you My arms enfold you, Cherokee Brave Indian Warrior, since first I met you I can't forget you, Cherokee sweetheart Child of the prairie, your love keeps calling My heart enthralling, Cherokee Dreams of summertime, of lovertime gone by Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh. My Brave Indian Warrior, one day I'll hold you My arms enfold you, Cherokee

Summer journeys To Niagara And to other places Aggravate all our cares We'll save our fares I've a cozy little flat In what is known as old Manhattan We'll settle down Right here in town We'll have Manhattan The Bronx and Staten Island, too It's lovely going through The zoo It's very fancy On old Delancey Street, you know The subway charms us so When balmy breezes blow To and fro And tell me what street Compares with Mott Street In July Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by The great big city's a wondrous toy Just made for a girl and boy We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy We'll go to Greenwich Where modern men itch To be free And Bowling Green you'll see With me We'll bathe at Brighton The fish you'll frighten When you're in Your bathing suit so thin Will make the shellfish grin Fin to fin I'd like to take a Sail on Jamaica Bay with you And fair Canarsie's lake We'll view The city's bustle cannot destroy The dreams of a girl and boy We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy We'll go to Yonkers Where true love conquers In the wilds And starve together, dear In Childs' We'll go to Coney And eat baloney On a roll In Central Park we'll stroll Where our first kiss we stole Soul to soul Our future babies We'll take to "Abie's Irish Rose" I hope they'll live to see It close The city's clamor can never spoil The dreams of a boy and goil We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy We'll have Manhattan The Bronx and Staten Island, too We'll try to cross Fifth Avenue As black as onyx We'll find the Bronnix Park Express Our Flatbush flat, I guess Will be a great success More or less A short vacation On Inspiration Point We'll spend And in the station house we'll end But civic virtue cannot destroy The dreams of a girl and boy We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy