We sipped sweet coffee, buttered toast, and planned a quiet day

We sipped sweet coffee, buttered toast, and planned a quiet day,
While New York rubbed her bleary eyes and tucked away her dreams.
Washington Square's trees were frolicking in summer green,
On a morning long ago, when we were young.

On Fifth Avenue, we watched last night pack her bags and leave,
As shadows melted fast before the rising of the sun;
New York, awake, rolled out of bed, stood up and stretched her arms,
On a morning long ago, when we were young.

We talked and talked and window-shopped on our way to Central Park,
Till time went slow, and slower still, our purpose soon forgotten;
Instead, we laughed, held hands and kissed, and dawdled as we strolled,
On a morning long ago, when we were young.