Cilla Black - On A Street Called Hope 1963-73гг | Текст песни

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• On A Street Called Hope 1963-73гг

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

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