O beautiful, for crowded skies. Where the buildings rise before my eyes. O beautiful, O bittersweet. All the lonely people on a crowded street.

O beautiful, the world stands still. There's a weathered smile at the windowsill. O beautiful, O dream come true. All the life in motion on the avenue. O beautiful, O beautiful

There's a waiting line outside the city walls. Everything inside is floating just because (it's beautiful)

O beautiful, for patient hope. For the hands that cling to the fraying rope. O beautiful, O God of mine. Through pain and plenty, there is love divine. O Beautiful.

O beautiful