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.