Story Behind The Song
The writer's actually were visiting the city during the week of 9/11/01, the events given are actual.
Song Description
The little day-to-day events that once may have seemed trivial become important and treasured in the light of 9/11/01
| Song Length |
7:11 |
Genre |
Folk - General |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Composed |
Subject |
Vegetables |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Manhattan Diary
Words & Music by Steve & Sue McConnell
Saturday, September eight, two thousand and one
We visit our friends at their synagogue mid-town Manhattan
Prayers are recited and sacred songs sung
Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
A holy community, together as one
Sunday, September nine, two thousand and one
Walking through Washington Square, blue skies bright sun
She enjoyed watching the Scrabblers play
And I talked about The Fantasticks all day
And each time we come here, we?re so tempted to stay
And I love my life
A week in the city, just me and my wife
I thank God for the time we?re spending here,
And for the job that returns me each year
I love New York, and I love my life
Monday, September ten, two thousand and one
I?m touring the financial district in lower Manhattan
Here at the towering centers of trade
Where fortunes are lost ? and fortunes are made
Standing down here on the ground, I?m feeling so small
But standing here with me is Mark, he?s got an interesting job
Polish the brass on the fireplugs that jut from the walls
You can see his pride through a job done so well
We?re both unaware of the soon coming hell
so nothing else matters right now, but that glimmering shine
And he loves his life
He?s in the heart of the city with four kids and his wife
He thanks God for the job that brought him here,
And sustained him for so many years
He loves New York, and he loves his life.
Tuesday, September eleven, two thousand and one...
Wednesday, September twelve, two thousand and one
There isn?t a soul on the streets anywhere in Manhattan
And ours is the only car crossing the bridge
No words to describe how surreal it all is
and it?s gonna take years for the tears and the fears to subside
but I love my life
And I?m choosing to live it, without answers, to why
evil sometimes appears to win
In this city that?s like an old friend
I still love New York, and I love this life.
2002, 2003 Steve & Sue McConnell, All Rights Reserved