New York Tendaberry

Renée Fleming & Yo-Yo Ma
 New York tendaberry, blue berry
 A rush on rum of brush and drum
 And the past is a blue note inside me
 So I ran away in the morning
 New York tendaberry, blue berry
 Rugs and drapes and drugs and capes
 Sweet kids in hunger slums
 Firecrackers break, and they cross,
 And they dust, and they skate;
 And the night comes
 I ran away in the morning
 Now I'm back, unpacked
 Sidewalk and pigeon
 You look like a city
 But you feel like religion to me
 New York tendabery, true berry
 I lost my eyes in east wind skies
 Here where I've cried, where I've tried;
 Where God and the tendaberry rise;
 Where Quakers and revolutionaries
 Join for life for precious years
 Join for life for precious years
 Join for life for precious years
 Join for life through silver tears
 New York tendaberry