Lyrics The Street of Dreams - Frank Sinatra, The Tommy Dorsey Orchestra

The Street of Dreams

Love laughs at a king
Kings dont mean a thing
On the street of dreams
Dreams broken in two
Can be made like new
On the street of dreams
Gold, silver and gold
All you can hold
Is up there on a moonbeam
Poor, there aint nobody poor
As long as love is sure
On the street of dreams