Tytuł: A street called hope

• Wykonawca: Gene Pitney
• Wyświetleń: 248

  
   I took a room in a house of gloom
  Somewhere I could hide my soul
  There I hoped to find a way to ease my mind
  Couldn't face the gloom tomorrow
  
  I sat until the hours of three or four
  Thinking doesn't help but seems
  I crept to bed and cried myself to sleep once more
  Then I had the wildest dream
  
  (Street called Hope) in a town named Freedom
  Where each clock is pointed to the hour of love
  Upon a street called Hope at the house of Welcome
  That's where she opened the door of love
  
  When I awoke the following day
  Every doubt had left my mind
  My dream it taught me what the prophets say
  Those who seek will always find
  
  I ran down the stair and out in to the street
  Looking for the nearest phone
  We both said sorry and decided to meet
  To find ourselves a happy home
  
  You know we're looking for a street called Hope
  In a town name Freedom
  Where each clock is pointed to the hour of love
  Upon a street called Hope at the house of Welcome
  That's where she opened the door of love