[Verse:] Poets love to sing of Paris in the Spring They say it's something that you can't conceive I don't know a thing of Paris in the Spring I've never been abroad but I believe [Refrain:] A beautiful day in Brooklyn is more beautiful Than a beautiful day in any other place When the sun comes shining through Over Flatbush Avenue You wake with a smile on your face The weather man doesn't have to say it's beautiful When you open your window ev'rything's okay If a tree that grows in Brooklyn could speak, it would say "A beautiful day in Brooklyn is a most beautiful day"