| Am | C | Em | G | |
| I took a | room in a | house of | gloom |
| F | G | Am | |
| Somewhere I could | hide my | soul |
| C | Em | G | |
| There I hoped to | find a way to | ease my | mind |
| F | G | Am | |
| Couldn't face the | gloom to | morrow |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| I | sat until the | hours of | three or | four |
| Am | F | Am | |
| Thinking doesn't | help but | seems |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| I | crept to bed and | cried myself to | sleep once | more |
| Am | E7 | |
| Then I had the wildest | dream |
| Chorus: |
| Am | Dm | Am | |
| ( | Street called Hope) in a | town named | Freedom |
| Dm | G | C | E7 | |
| Where | each clock is | pointed to the | hour of | love |
| Am | Dm | Am | |
| Upon a | street called Hope at the | house of | Welcome |
| Dm | Am | E7 | Am | |
| That's where she | opened the | door of | love |
| When I awoke the following day |
| Every doubt had left my mind |
| My dream it taught me what the prophets say |
| Those who seek will always find |
| I ran down the stair 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 |
| Chorus (repeat and fade) |
| By José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@netcabo.pt |