Gaslight Street - Herman's Hermits
There's a place on the edge of town Where the kids all hang around Cobbled streets and terraced houses Window boxes all around It's never changed in sixty years And it's tumbling down It's never really known by name It's called Gaslight Street Gaslight Street In the evening when the sun goes down And there ain't nobody else around The lamp lighter walks down the street Illumination, indiscreet It doesn't have much effect it seems He's wasting his time The lamp light don't shine so bright On Gaslight Street Gaslight Street Every night at nine There's children playing around the street Trying to dodge their parents When they call them in to go to sleep Monday morning and as a rule The place is quiet, they're all at school Lines of washing hang across the street A weary policeman walks his beat It's never changed in sixty years And it's tumbling down It's never really known by name It's called Gaslight Street Gaslight Street
Artist: Herman's Hermits
Title: Gaslight Street