A Street Called Hope
Intro:
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
Chorus:
(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
Chorus (repeat and fade)
By José Duarte
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