I have often walked
Down this street before
But the pavement always stayed
Beneath my feet before
All at once am I Several stories high
Knowing I’m on the street where you live
Are there lilac trees
In the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark
In any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour
Out of every door?
No, it’s just on the street where you live
And oh, the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear
People stop and stare
They don’t bother me For there’s nowhere else
On Earth that I would rather be Let the time go by
I won’t care if I Can be here on the street where you live
Let the time go by
I won’t care if I Can be here on the street where you live
Beautiful voice. My dad’s first name was Mario and he used to say to people that his name was Mario like Mario Lanza. They thought he was Mario Lanza. He would said no, no. My dad sang tenor, was Italian and had a beautiful voice. Miss you dad. My mom also loved Mario Lanza’s singing.