Do you know where the winter has gone? Down memory lane at the end of the block At the bottom of the hill where you can’t see it no more Where the lonely folks roam Where the lonely folks roam
Do you know where the traffic has gone? When the smoke clears up you just don’t know At the bottom of the hill where you can’t hear it no more Where the lonely folks roam Where the lonely folks roam Where the lonely folks roam Where the lonely folks roam
There’s lots of love There’s lots of love There’s lots of love There’s lots of love To go around