Frank Sinatra — Street of Dreams

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's up there on a moonbeam Poor, there ain't nobody poor Long as love is sure on the street of dreams All the gold, silver and gold All you can hold's up there on a moonbeam Poor, nobody's poor Long as love is sure on the street of dreams