A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet

It's just a little street where old friends meet

I'd love to wander back some day,

To you it may be old and sort of tumble down,

But it means a lot to folks in my home town

Although I'm rich or poor I still feel sure

I'm as welcome as the flowers in May;

It's just a little street where old friends meet

And treat you in the same old way.

Homesick, heartsick, nothing seems real,

That's how I feel today,

Hometown, my town, I hear you call,

Calling me far away.