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 all
All you can hold
Is in the moonbeams.
Poor, no one is poor
As long as love is sure
On the street of dreams.”
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 all
All you can hold
Is in the moonbeams.
Poor, no one is poor
As long as love is sure
On the street of dreams.”