In a corner of Brooklyn,
by the bay and the pier,
born and raised in Bay Ridge.
Manhattan skyscrapers as a backdrop,
the streets of my youth,
rock and rolling to a certain beat –
the parks where childhood feet would stray
and the sun seemed to shine so bright.
Swings were meant to try to reach the sky,
ever higher like a bird in flight.
Every corner I could see,
old friends waving to me,
strolled down to Fort Hamilton High,
was it not yesterday –
When it was class time?
Can it be that time has flown?
Nothing could compare,
to early morning strolls,
as the sun lit up,
the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge.
The familiar shops,
the faces of smiling merchants,
just like a little town –
that’s the Brooklyn I remember.
raising a glass or two –
toasting the town.
Things might have changed,
as time has rolled on –
but for me the memories still shine.
I know that I can still bring back,
in my imagination how it all once was,
from Bay Ridge all the way to Coney Island,
want to find a way to stray back,
to take a look –
at the Brooklyn of my dreams.
Even if it would be for just one more look,
to say good-bye forever,
it would still make my heart beat faster,
make the memories shine ever brighter,
just to be a part of it,
one more time –
Brooklyn you’ll always be mine.