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