:))))))))))))

(H. Woods, G. Kahn)


It"s just a little street
Where old friends meet,
I"d love to wander back
Someday.


To you, it may be old,
And sort of tumbled down,
But it means a lot to folks
In my hometown.


Although I"m rich or poor,
I still feel sure
I"m welcome as the flowers in May.


It"s just a little street
Where old friends meet,
And treat you in the same old way.


~interlude~


Although I"m rich or poor,
I still feel sure
I"m welcome as the flowers in May.


It"s just a little street
Where old friends meet,
And treat you in the same old way.