A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet

A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet - Al Morgan

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 from 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

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 from 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