Finale: The Brooklyn Bridge
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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Like the folks you meet on
Like to plant my feet on the Brooklyn Bridge
What a lovely view from
Heaven looks at you from the Brooklyn Bridge

I love to listen to the wind through her strings
The song that she sings for the town
I love to look up at the clouds in her hair
She's learned to wear like a crown

If you've been a rover
Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
Don't let no one tell you
I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge

All the folks in Manhattan are sad
'Cause they look at her and wish they had
The good old Brooklyn Bridge

If you've been a rover
Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
Don't let no one tell you
I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge

You'll miss her most when you roam




'Cause you'll think of her and think of home
The good old Brooklyn Bridge

Overall Meaning

Frank Sinatra's The Brooklyn Bridge is a song that reflects on the beauty and charm of the bridge from different perspectives. The lyrics convey a sense of affection and nostalgia for this majestic landmark. The song begins with the singer expressing a desire to plant his feet on the bridge, to absorb the lovely view it presents. The lyrics suggest a feeling of peace and contentment that comes from standing on a bridge that offers a breathtaking view of the city. The bridge is like a gateway to paradise, with heaven looking down on the viewer from above. This theme of heavenly transcendence is reinforced throughout the song.


The second verse continues the appreciation for the bridge's beauty, as the singer describes the sounds of the wind through the bridge's strings, as if the bridge itself were singing. The singer sees the bridge as a beautifully adorned and regal figure with clouds in her hair and a crown to wear. The song then takes a slight turn, as the singer urges the listener, who may have been a rover, to journey's end over the bridge, but not to let anyone sell them the bridge. The song ends with the singer leaving the listener with the sentimental feeling that they will always miss the bridge, as it will always be a symbol of home and comfort.


Line by Line Meaning

Like the folks you meet on
Just like the diverse groups of people you encounter while strolling on


Like to plant my feet on the Brooklyn Bridge
I find peace while physically standing on the Brooklyn Bridge


What a lovely view from
Observing the picturesque sights from atop the Brooklyn Bridge is captivating


Heaven looks at you from the Brooklyn Bridge
Being on the Brooklyn Bridge means being closely watched by heaven


I love to listen to the wind through her strings
A melodious tune is played by the wind passing through the cables of the Brooklyn Bridge


The song that she sings for the town
This music is dedicated to the city of Brooklyn


I love to look up at the clouds in her hair
Gazing at the formations of clouds above the Brooklyn Bridge, which sometimes make it appear to have a head full of hair, is a beloved activity.


She's learned to wear like a crown
The Brooklyn Bridge has majestically earned her place among iconic jewels like a crown


If you've been a rover
For those who've wandered or travelled a lot


Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
Their awaited destination is across that famous suspension bridge


Don't let no one tell you
Do not permit anyone to dupe you


I've been tryin' to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge
I never intended to sell you the landmark; it refers to a famous scam where the bridge was sold to unsuspecting tourists.


All the folks in Manhattan are sad
People in Manhattan are disappointed by their lack of a bridge as famous and influential as the Brooklyn Bridge


'Cause they look at her and wish they had
They are envious of the beauty and significance of the Brooklyn Bridge


The good old Brooklyn Bridge
The treasured and renowned Brooklyn Bridge


You'll miss her most when you roam
When you are away from the bridge, it will be sorely missed


'Cause you'll think of her and think of home
The Bridge reminds one of all that is familiar and comforting


The good old Brooklyn Bridge
Once more we are reminiscing about the nostalgic and beloved Brooklyn Bridge




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Written by: JULE STYNE, SAMMY CAHN

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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