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...