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

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