A Street Called Hope Intro: Am C Am C

^AmI took a ^Croom in a ^Emhouse of ^Ggloom ^FSomewhere I could ^Ghide my ^Amsoul There I hoped to ^Cfind a way to ^Emease my ^Gmind ^FCouldn't face the ^Ggloom to^Ammorrow

I ^Csat until the ^Ghours of ^Amthree or ^Ffour ^AmThinking doesn't ^Fhelp but ^Amseems I ^Ccrept to bed and ^Gcried myself to ^Amsleep once ^Fmore ^AmThen I had the wildest ^E7dream

Chorus:

(^AmStreet called Hope) in a ^Dmtown named ^AmFreedom Where ^Dmeach clock is ^Gpointed to the ^Chour of ^E7love Upon a ^Amstreet called Hope at the ^Dmhouse of ^AmWelcome ^DmThat's where she ^Amopened the ^E7door of ^Amlove

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 Chorus (repeat and fade) By José Duarte jtduarte1@netcabo.pt

Gene Pitney - A street called hope