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.