Bells of New York City - Josh Groban

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

It’s always this time of year that my thoughts undo me

With the ghosts of many lifetimes all abound

But from these mad heights I can always hear the sound

Of the bells of New York City singing all around

Stay with me, stay with me

Refuge from these broken dreams

Wait right here oh wait with me

On silent snow filled streets

Sing to me one song for joy and one for redemption

And whatever is in between that I call mine

With the street lamp light to ILLUMINATE the gray

And the bells of New York City calling me the stay

The bells of New York City calling me to stay