Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Street Called Hope , by - Cilla Black. Song from the album Completely Cilla (1963-1973), in the genre ПопRelease date: 22.04.2012
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
A Street Called Hope |
| 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 |