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A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet

de Al Bowlly
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Gypsy love of mine
Is there ne'er a sign
On your path to show
The way that I must go?
Gone are joys I knew
They all went with you
What is left to me
Is just a memory

Eyes that haunt me so
Eyes that taunt me so
While they smiled at me
Life was ecstasy!
Was our whirling dance
Just a gay romance?
Or for me, perchance
Just a broken dream?

Eyes of destiny
While you beckon me
I must follow still
Over plain and hill
Love, where'er I be
I shall always see
Stars of hope for me
Your dark eyes