Paroles de la chanson Street of Dreams par Frank Sinatra

Writer(s): Young


Love laughs at a king
Kings don't mean a thing
On the street of dreams

Dreams broken in two
Can be made like new
On the street of dreams

Gold, silver and gold
All you can hold
Is up there on a moonbeam
Poor, there ain't nobody poor
As long as love is sure

On the street of dreams