On the way to Brooklyn, I’m filled with delight,
Does she have what my heart longs for tonight?
Brooklyn ahead, with smoke on the way,
I walk through the rain, singing an old song I play.

Brooklyn baby, in a floral dress bright,
I’ll reach you as soon as a cab halts in sight.
Brooklyn revealed, Brooklyn unseen,
I’m not from here, but I’m not truly a stranger between.

(Ehud B)