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Blessed is the Night | Division Street


[Short Libretto-Ballad]

Blessed is the night. Go down these city streets, down Division Street, way down Division Street, where the wind sways the autumn trees, like an autumn song.  So blessed is the night.  Oh, the leaves rustle all around my feet, streetlamp lanterns, dancing shadows, nocturne patterns, with rod iron tones and brownstones, echoes-of-elevated-trains, and the sound-of-rain-in-the-night.

The wind brings the scent of the city, and life brings the sounds of the night.  Feel the change of the season in the night air, calling out, like an autumn song in the air. Oh, follow these footsteps down these city streets, down Division Street, way down Division Street, where the wind sways the autumn trees, like an autumn song, like-an-autumn-song.

Jukebox playing, the sounds of laughter, Puerto Ricans, tattooed queens, the polka spilling into the night, love songs and broken hearts. Settling the score, telling stories at the bar are not too far down these city streets. Latin Kings, Unknowns, and Playboys mark these streets and boulevards with studs and terkel rhymes, spray paint crimes, and the-sound-of-rain-in-the-night.

[Refrain]
Blessed is the night.  So blessed is the night. Go down these city streets, down Division Street, way down Division Street, where the wind sways the autumn trees, like an autumn song, like-an-autumn-song.  These-times-and-places, with painted faces, neon lights, streetlamp nights and Picasso faces.  Oh, these-Picasso-faces. Oh-so-blue, so-blue.

Oh, feel the change of the season in the night air, calling out, like an autumn song in the air.  Follow these footsteps down these city streets, go down Division Street, way down Division Street, where the wind sways the autumn trees, like an autumn song, like-an-autumn-song.  Streetlamp lanterns, dancing shadows, nocturne patterns, with rod iron tones and brownstones, echoes-of-elevated-trains, and the sound-of-rain-in-the-night.  Blessed-is-the-night.


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