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As he stared past the fire
His hunger to leave, well, it gnawed his poor heart alive
Her skin smelled like black cherry, blossom perfume
The sail boats they all sailed by and a river she cried

And the wind was suddenly sweeter
Than Roosevelt pine
The windows broke out
And the cigarette smoke drifted by

The bums on the Bowery
They were swallowed in the lights
As cars rumbled by in the night
Screaming run for your life

With cool and silvery eyes
And a heart that was fit for desire
Drowned in a river of tears
Oh, a river she cried left her with a heart
Made of ashes and fire

One day there was a silence
And it washed through the town
There was no reason to speak
No one made a sound

Her eyes were indigo
And the cats were all calico
And the sail boats they all sailed by
And a river she cried

With cool and silvery eyes
And a heart that was fit for desire
Drowned in a river of tears
Oh, a river she cried left her with a heart
Made of ashes and fire

Of ashes and fire, of ashes and fire
Of ashes and fire