Lyrics:

(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.

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.