On 42nd Street, beggars sat, beneath our feet.

Cold rain fell, with no retreat.

“Forgive me sir,” but I need something to eat.

On 42nd Street, friend of mine, from his pocket deep.

“Here’s some cash,” please don’t weep. 

Eat some food, have a safe night’s sleep.  

  

Bless this man, Lord, I pray, 

Help him now to find his way,

Not my place to judge or say, 

Just help a soul today…on 42nd Street, 42nd Street. 

On 42nd Street, sun will rise, night will fall, 

Walk by those, who cry and crawl,  

Be a friend, and help them to stand tall, 

Bless this man, Lord, I pray, 

Help him now to find his way,

Not my place to judge or say, 

Just help a soul today…on 42nd Street,

42nd Street.

42nd Street. 

42nd Street.