Gene Pitney A Street Called Hope Lyrics

A Street Called Hope Lyrics

I took a room in a house of gloom 
Somewhere I could hide my soul 
There I hoped to find a way to ease my mind 
Couldn`t face the gloom tomorrow 
 
I sat until the hours of three or four 
Thinking doesn`t help but seems 
I crept to bed and cried myself to sleep once more 
Then I had the wildest dream 
 
(Street called Hope) in a town named Freedom 
Where each clock is pointed to the hour of love 
Upon a street called Hope at the house of Welcome 
That`s where she opened the door of love 
 
When I awoke the following day 
Every doubt had left my mind 
My dream it taught me what the prophets say 
Those who seek will always find 
 
I ran down the stair and out in to the street 
Looking for the nearest phone 
We both said sorry and decided to meet 
To find ourselves a happy home 
 
You know we`re looking for a street called Hope 
In a town name Freedom 
Where each clock is pointed to the hour of love 
Upon a street called Hope at the house of Welcome 
That`s where she opened the door of love