There’s a pale winter moon in the [bad word] through my window 
And the park is laid out like a bed below 
It’s a cold, dark night and my heart melts like the snow 
And the bells of New York City tell me not to go 

It’s always this time of year that my thoughts undo me 
With the ghosts of many lifetimes all abound 
But from these mad heights I can always hear the sound 
Of the bells of New York City singing all around 

Stay with me oh stay with me 
Refuge from these broken dreams 
Wait right here oh wait with me 
On silent snow filled streets 

Sing to me one song for joy and one for redemption 
And whatever is in between that I call mine 
With the street lamp light to illuminate the gray 
And the bells of New York City calling me to stay 
The bells of New York City calling me to stay