The Backyard Of My Life
The Rose Of Washington Square
She is the rose of Washington square
Crown Of the aristocracy
With diamonds in her hair
She would fight for the underdogs
Justice and liberty
Never asked for nothing from no one
Shes the queen of new York city
The nights are long
The streets are tough
Over a bridge that leads nowhere
So everybody raise a glass
To the rose of Washington square
Down in the subway an artist
Paints a picture of the rose of Washington square
While a busker with an old guitar
Preforms a song he dedicates to her
Singing shes a golden child
Precious and gentle too
Shes humble like a hero
She just dose what shes got to do
The days are hard
The road is rough
From darkness you better beware
Dream a little dream
For the rose of Washington square
American beauty with Paris in her heart
Watches while the mist settles on central park
Alone in the apartment she waits by the window
For the first sign of November rain
When the mayor of Manhattan makes a speech
He prepared for the rose of Washington square
Without a second thought
With no false patriotic wreath
Then a priest lights a candle and says a little prayer
For god to bless the righteous
The sick and the poor
Anyone who is lost can knock on the door
The nights are long
The streets are tough
There's no time or money to spare
Hanging on to hope
Shes the rose of Washington square
The days are hard
The road is rough
Shes like a breath of fresh air
Take a bow your majesty
Shes the rose of Washington square
By Keith Hagger