Zpěvník s akordy

Love laughs at a king, Kings don't mean a thing, On the street of dreams. Dreams broken in two, Can be made like new, On the street of dreams. Gold, silver and gold, All you can hold, Is in the moonbeams. Poor, no one poor, Long as love is sure, On the street of dreams. (Spoken) Love laughs at a king, ‘cos Kings don't mean a thing, On the street of dreams. Dreams that’s all broken in two You can make ‘em just like new On the street of dreams Now you take gold, silver and gold All that you can hold Is way up yonder in the moonbeams Poor? Ain’t nobody poor Long as love is sure On that old street of dreams (Sung) Love laughs at a king, Kings don't mean a thing, On the street of dreams. Dreams broken in two, Can be made like new, On the street of dreams. Gold, silver and gold, All you can hold, Is in the moonbeams. Poor, no one is poor, Long as love is sure, On the street of dreams.