My Old Neighborhood

Let's go back in time

To that childhood of mine

To where the gypsies park their cars

Beneath that bridge we'd hide

Down river banks we'd slide

Under those English summer stars

I wonder what became of

Those kids I knew the names of

I've still got a deep love

For my old neighborhood

Did I just see an old ghost

Hide behind the lamp post

Been talking to the fine folks

In my old neighborhood

So take my hand let's go

Where memories rivers flow

And every footstep rings a bell

And in those deep dark woods

My childhood memory floods

So be my witness as I tell

I wonder what became of

Those kids I knew the names of

I've still got a deep love

For my old neighborhood

Did I just see an old ghost

Hide behind the lamp post

Been talking to the fine folks

In my old neighborhood

I've been meaning

To have people over one evening

And put on the songs we believed in

When we were young

And let 'em take us all away

And I'll lean on

A memory that seemed to be long gone

A memory that I thought was all wrong

But here it is

As vivid as a summer day

I wonder what became of

Those kids I knew the names of

I've still got a deep love

For my old neighborhood

Did I just see an old ghost

Hide behind the lamp post

Been talking to the fine folks

In my old neighborhood

I wonder what became of

Those kids I knew the names of

I've still got a deep love

For my old neighborhood

Did I just see an old ghost

Hide behind the lamp post

Been talking to the fine folks

In my old neighborhood

My old neighborhood

My old neighborhood