(h. woodsg. kahn)



It's just a little street

Where old friends meet

I'd love to wander back

Someday.



To youit 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.