A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet

Home seek, hide seek
 Nothing seems real
 That's how I feel today, today
 Hometown, my town
 I hear you call
 Calling me far away (Far away)
 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 seems 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
 It's just a little street
 Where old friends meet and treat you
 In the same old way, same old way