A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet - Nat King Cole

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

~interlude~

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