• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Hudson - Dar Williams
• Hudson - Vampire Weekend

If we're lucky we feel our lives know when the next scene arrives
So often we start in the middle and work our way out
We go to some gray sky diner for eggs and toast
New York Times or the New York Post
Then we take a ride through the valley of the shadow of death
But even for us New Yorkers
There's a time in every day
The river takes our breath away
And the Hudson, it holds the life
We thought we did it on our own
The river roads collect the tolls for the passage of our souls
Through silence, over woods, through flowers and snow
And past the George Washington Bridge
Down from the trails of Breakneck Ridge
The river's ancient path is sacred and slow
And as it swings through Harlem
It's every shade of blue
Into the city of the new brand new
And the Hudson yeah, it holds the life
We thought we did it on our own
I thought I had no sense of place or past
Time was too slow, but then too fast
The river takes us home at last
Where and when does the memory take hold
Mountain range in the Autumn cold
And I thought West Point was Camelot in the spring
If you're lucky you'll find something that reflects you
Helps you feel your life protects you
Cradles you and connects you to everything
This whole life I remember
As they begged them to itself
Never turn me into someone else
And the Hudson yeah, it holds the life
We thought we did it on our own
And the Hudson yeah, holds the life

Hudson died in Hudson bay,
The water took its victim's name,
Now rivers rise told riverside,
To change their names again.
(Choral humming)
A stranger walked in through the door,
Said “All apartments are pre-war”,
We laughed and asked him for his name,
He stayed until the end.
We watched the Germans play the Greeks,
He marked the ninety-nine-year lease,
Our fathers signed which I declined,
To try and comprehend.
(Choral humming)
Over and over again are these never-ending visions,
Over and over again like a prize that's changing hands,
The time has come,
The clock is such a drag,
All you who change your stripes,
Can wrap me in the flag.
The legendary wooden gate,
First established real-estate,
It's lost a time like other crimes,
Though on this pleasant land.
Over and over again are these never-ending visions,
Over and over again like a prize that's changing hands,
The time has come,
The clock is such a drag,
All you who change your stripes,
Can wrap me in the flag.
(Choral humming)
Hudson died in Hudson bay,
But I was born on Sutton Place,
The rising tide helped me decide,
To change my name again.
Some men tend to linger on,
And some make haste from Babylon,
Some were on the ruined home,
Rejoicing... To the end.
Over and over again are these never-ending visions,
Over and over again like a prize that's changing hands,
The time has come,
The clock is such a drag,
All you who change your stripes,
Can wrap me in the flag.
The lines are drawn,
The map is such a drag,
All you who change your stripes,
Can wrap me in the flag.