The Brooklyn Accent

How I long to hear the Brooklyn Accent spoke in Brooklyn
How I long to hear the Brooklyn Accent spoke in Brooklyn
By the folks I miss the most
How I long to hear
The words in Yiddish
Or in German
Or in Dutch
Or in Polish
Or in Italian
Or Puerto Rican
How I sorely miss
The angled words
The sharpened letters
Forgotten consonants
My grandfather
Strong as forever
Spoke in Brooklyn
How I long to hear you speak my name
Tell me you love me
With that voice
Only found
Once upon a time
In Brooklyn
Come back home
We need your shoulders
We need your strength
We need you back
Back in Brooklyn
Come back home
Home from London
Or Albuquerque
Or Madrid
Or San Francisco
Sons and daughters of Brooklyn
There may surely be a resurgence
Of a generation
Worn and battered
That fought two wars
They were noble
They had a purpose
And an ending
They fell in love
And settled down
Forever
In Brooklyn.