Bonnie Tyler - Streets of Little Italy Lyrics

The narrow and the winding ways
The streets of old New York
The families, the street life, the spark
The rooftop where we watched

San Gennaro's festival
Masquerades in the dark
On the streets down in little Italy
Where the past goes on and on forever

And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little Italy
The oceans and the years

That separate our lives
From these streets we once called our home
Those distances of space and time
How strong they are

And how weak they are
On the streets down in little Italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present

In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little Italy
Does the morning sunlight
Still hit the bed where we used to lie

Do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow
Where I lingered till I was empty
Where I stayed till I had to go
Though in the night

Sometimes I see you disappear
Down cobblestones
On the streets down in little Italy
Where the past goes on and on forever

And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
Like your presence in my bones
On the streets down in little Italy