Miss Clara sweeps the front porch clean, The baker brings the morning bread. Mr. Louis waves across the street, And tips his old brown hat instead. A little dog runs past the market, Children laugh along the lane. The city wakes up slow and easy, After last night's gentle rain. Hear the drum... Hear the feet... Every day begins this way. Step by step, Street by street. Carry the rhythm In your feet. Say hello. Take your time. Everybody moves In the same sunshine. Oh! Walk on! Oh! Sing along! The city keeps Its little song. The fish man opens up his wagon, The tailor hangs the clothes outside. Someone hums an old brass melody, Someone walks with quiet pride. The world is wide, The world keeps turning, Some things change And some remain. But every smile, And every greeting, Makes the whole street live again. No parade today. No special day. Just ordinary people Finding their way. And maybe that Is reason enough To raise a tune And keep walking on. Step by step, Street by street. Hear the heartbeat Underneath. Raise your hand. Join the line. Every day can shine. Oh! Walk on! Oh! Sing along! The city keeps Its little song.
