By Mike Marcellino
I know a street called Music Street
wish you could come along.
Music Street sings to me
it could do the same for you.
Driving along it’s quiet too
but you have to walk to hear your song
on Music Street.
There’s a picture in my mind
two little girls kneeling
beside a tombstone in a cemetery
alongside the road.
Grain fields dance on Music Street
In tune with the flickering sun.
Come along with me down Music Street,
when your mind is getting tired,
for the song I hear is one of
just peace and fun.
Music Street, copyright by Mike Marcellino, 1974, 2008