A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet

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

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