It's just a little street where old friends meet I'd love to wander back some day, To you it may be old and sort of tumble down, But it means a lot to folks in my home town Although I'm rich or poor I still feel sure I'm as welcome as the flowers in May;
It's just a little street where old friends meet And treat you in the same old way. Homesick, heartsick, nothing seems real, That's how I feel today, Hometown, my town, I hear you call, Calling me far away.