by Laurel A Rockefeller

Created on: December 27, 2008

New York, New York

Home sweet home

At last I come to you!

At last I am home.

The prairie behind me

Your towers stand tall before me

I shall never turn back.

I shall never turn back.

Nebraska is dear to me

Yes, so dear to me

But past is past

And Brooklyn awaits!

I shall never turn back.

I shall never turn back.

Let me ride the B home.

Let me gaze at the beautiful B Bridge

Walking Broadway to work.

No city compares to New York

Who can ever turn back.

Who can ever turn back.

Let me die in New York.

Let my ashes be here.

Hear the Quakers call out

"You are home, you are home"

Mid-western cities are great

Proud of Lincoln, I am

But let me die in New York.

I am home, I am home.

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