For my family this street did once exist,
It's there each day,
We were all just young children, run all
Day and play.
We left It behind, most of It lost from our
A street with a name, each house had a friend
Who went away.
When does a street become a family, together we
Share and disappear,
I remember a friend, Michael John, where have
Nine was I as you were only seven, We ran and
Played in the Summer sun,
Amber was a fine, little dog, You were my friend
From a long time ago.
Gomero Circle was a part of our lives, a girl named
Robin, Marcy, and Tony,
Running down the street, mud and water touched our
Nineteen seventy one, so much fun laughing, rememeber
A Childhood that's done,
We thought It was our own as today there are new lives
That do roam.