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