All the leaves are falling
As I walk past Harvard Square
Thoughts of New York City
Just vanished in Harvard Square
The light that shines on Beacon Hill
Are painting cobble stones
Although I'm feeling all alone
I'm not lonely in Beacon Hill
I guess I'm lost in this old city
I'm finding me in all this history
And though I'm lost in this old city
I can be me in all this history
In falling leaves light painted streets
I found me
Searching for a reason
A reason to call this home
The stained glass on my window
Are covered with powdered snow
Dreaming of a season
I'm finding my roots would grow
My worries will fade away
I'll soon be happy you never know
I guess I'm lost in this old city
I'm finding me in all this history
And though I'm lost in this old city
I can be me in all this history
In falling leaves light painted streets
I found me
The other day I met a boy I liked
The North End wasn't packed
At all that night
My mother asked
How do you feel tonight
I said, "I guess that I'm okay
So goodbye
I won't cry tonight"
I guess I'm lost in this old city
I'm finding me in all this history
And though I'm lost in this old city
I can be me in all this history
In falling leaves
And light painted streets
I found me
Sophia B - Old City Lyrics
Sophia B - Old City Lyrics
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English
All the leaves are falling
As I walk past Harvard Square
Thoughts of New York City
Just vanished in Harvard Square
The light that shines on Beacon Hill
Are painting cobble stones
Although I'm feeling all alone
I'm not lonely in Beacon Hill
I guess I'm lost in this old city
I'm finding me in all this history
And though I'm lost in this old city
I can be me in all this history
In falling leaves light painted streets
I found me
Searching for a reason
A reason to call this home
The stained glass on my window
Are covered with powdered snow
Dreaming of a season
I'm finding my roots would grow
My worries will fade away
I'll soon be happy you never know
I guess I'm lost in this old city
I'm finding me in all this history
And though I'm lost in this old city
I can be me in all this history
In falling leaves light painted streets
I found me
The other day I met a boy I liked
The North End wasn't packed
At all that night
My mother asked
How do you feel tonight
I said, "I guess that I'm okay
So goodbye
I won't cry tonight"
I guess I'm lost in this old city
I'm finding me in all this history
And though I'm lost in this old city
I can be me in all this history
In falling leaves
And light painted streets
I found me
As I walk past Harvard Square
Thoughts of New York City
Just vanished in Harvard Square
The light that shines on Beacon Hill
Are painting cobble stones
Although I'm feeling all alone
I'm not lonely in Beacon Hill
I guess I'm lost in this old city
I'm finding me in all this history
And though I'm lost in this old city
I can be me in all this history
In falling leaves light painted streets
I found me
Searching for a reason
A reason to call this home
The stained glass on my window
Are covered with powdered snow
Dreaming of a season
I'm finding my roots would grow
My worries will fade away
I'll soon be happy you never know
I guess I'm lost in this old city
I'm finding me in all this history
And though I'm lost in this old city
I can be me in all this history
In falling leaves light painted streets
I found me
The other day I met a boy I liked
The North End wasn't packed
At all that night
My mother asked
How do you feel tonight
I said, "I guess that I'm okay
So goodbye
I won't cry tonight"
I guess I'm lost in this old city
I'm finding me in all this history
And though I'm lost in this old city
I can be me in all this history
In falling leaves
And light painted streets
I found me