| Song | Gaslight Street |
| Artist | Herman's Hermits |
| Album | There's a Kind of Hush All Over the World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hopwood, Leckenby | |
| There's a place on the edge of town | |
| Where the kids all hang around | |
| Cobbled streets and terraced houses | |
| Window boxes all around | |
| It's never changed in sixty years | |
| And it's tumbling down | |
| It's never really know by name | |
| It's called | |
| Gaslight Street | |
| Gaslight Street | |
| In the evening when the sun goes down | |
| And there ain't nobody else around | |
| The lamp lighter walks down the street | |
| Illumination, indiscreet | |
| It doesn't have much effect it seems | |
| He's wasting his time | |
| The lamp light don't shine so bright | |
| On Gaslight | |
| Street Gaslight | |
| Street Every night at nine | |
| There's children playing around the street | |
| Trying to dodge their parents | |
| When they call them in to go to sleep | |
| Monday morning and as a rule | |
| The place is quiet they're all at school | |
| Lines of washing hang across the street | |
| A weary policeman walks his beat | |
| It's never changed in sixty years | |
| And it's tumbling down | |
| It's never really known by name | |
| It's called | |
| Gaslight Street | |
| Gaslight Street |
| zuo ci : Hopwood, Leckenby | |
| There' s a place on the edge of town | |
| Where the kids all hang around | |
| Cobbled streets and terraced houses | |
| Window boxes all around | |
| It' s never changed in sixty years | |
| And it' s tumbling down | |
| It' s never really know by name | |
| It' s called | |
| Gaslight Street | |
| Gaslight Street | |
| In the evening when the sun goes down | |
| And there ain' t nobody else around | |
| The lamp lighter walks down the street | |
| Illumination, indiscreet | |
| It doesn' t have much effect it seems | |
| He' s wasting his time | |
| The lamp light don' t shine so bright | |
| On Gaslight | |
| Street Gaslight | |
| Street Every night at nine | |
| There' s children playing around the street | |
| Trying to dodge their parents | |
| When they call them in to go to sleep | |
| Monday morning and as a rule | |
| The place is quiet they' re all at school | |
| Lines of washing hang across the street | |
| A weary policeman walks his beat | |
| It' s never changed in sixty years | |
| And it' s tumbling down | |
| It' s never really known by name | |
| It' s called | |
| Gaslight Street | |
| Gaslight Street |
| zuò cí : Hopwood, Leckenby | |
| There' s a place on the edge of town | |
| Where the kids all hang around | |
| Cobbled streets and terraced houses | |
| Window boxes all around | |
| It' s never changed in sixty years | |
| And it' s tumbling down | |
| It' s never really know by name | |
| It' s called | |
| Gaslight Street | |
| Gaslight Street | |
| In the evening when the sun goes down | |
| And there ain' t nobody else around | |
| The lamp lighter walks down the street | |
| Illumination, indiscreet | |
| It doesn' t have much effect it seems | |
| He' s wasting his time | |
| The lamp light don' t shine so bright | |
| On Gaslight | |
| Street Gaslight | |
| Street Every night at nine | |
| There' s children playing around the street | |
| Trying to dodge their parents | |
| When they call them in to go to sleep | |
| Monday morning and as a rule | |
| The place is quiet they' re all at school | |
| Lines of washing hang across the street | |
| A weary policeman walks his beat | |
| It' s never changed in sixty years | |
| And it' s tumbling down | |
| It' s never really known by name | |
| It' s called | |
| Gaslight Street | |
| Gaslight Street |