(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.