A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet Lyrics

A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet

(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.