Cilla Black - A Street Called Hope

I took a room in a house of gloom
Somewhere I could hide my sorrow
There I hoped to find a way to ease my mind
Couldn't face the cruel tomorrow

I sat until the hours of three or four
Thinking doesn't help, it seems
I crept to bed and cried myself to sleep once more
Then I had the perfect dream

I was standing in a street called Hope
In a town named Freedom
Where each clock is pointing to the hour of love
Upon the street called Hope, at the house of Welcome
That's where he'll opened the door of love When I awoke the following day
Every doubt had left my mind
My dream had taught me what the prophets say
Those who seek will always find

I ran down the stairs 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

You know we're looking for a street called Hope
In a town named Freedom
Where each clock is pointing to the hour of love
Upon a street called Hope, at the house of Welcome
That's where he'll open the door of love

We're looking for a street called Hope
In a town named Freedom
Where each clock is pointing to the hour of love
Upon a street called Hope, at the house of Welcome
That's where he'll open the door of love