Cobblestone Street - Mike Tramp

This street I know don’t look the same

Different people different names

The little shops have disappeared

But all of the memories are still right here

This place I once called home

Where my mom raised three boys on her own

No matter where I go

I take it with me I won’t let go

Don’t fade away

Old cobblestone street

Where I come from

Don’t fade away

Old cobblestone street

Where I was born

I take a walk right through the park

Kids are playing till it gets dark

Right here my childhood dreams were made

With dirty faces and lemonade

The summer days were long

And nothing mattered cause we were young

Those years of innocence

I do remember I won’t forget

I Don’t fade away

Old cobblestone street

Where I come from

Don’t fade away

Old cobblestone street

Where I was born