Ben Selvin – Of Thee I Sing lyrics

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.