Writer(s)：young Love laughs at a king Kings don't 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 ain't nobody poor As long as love is sure On the street of dreams
Writer(s)：young Love laughs at a king Kings don't 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 ain't nobody poor As long as love is sure On the street of dreams
