(h. woods, g. kahn)

Its just a little street
Where old friends meet,
Id 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 Im rich or poor,
I still feel sure
Im welcome as the flowers in may.

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

~interlude~

Although Im rich or poor,
I still feel sure
Im welcome as the flowers in may.

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