From the BBC promo show, 1965. Found on the Overs collection. Transcribed by John McGann. Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank. Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street, Fills the alleys where men sleep, Hides the shepherd from the sheep.
Voices leaking from a sad cafe, Smiling faces try to understand.
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand, On Bleecker Street. The poet reads his crooked rhyme, Holy, holy is his sacrament. Thirty dollars pays your rent, On Bleecker Street.