OLD RUSTIC BRIDGE


as recorded by Ann Breen


I'm thinking tonight of the old rustic bridge
That bends o'er a murmuring stream.
Was there my dear,
With our hearts full of cheer,
We strayed 'neath the moon's gentle beam.

Was there I first met you; light in your eyes
Awoke in my heart a sweet thrill.
Though now far away,
Still my thoughts fondly stray
To the old rustic bridge by the mill.

Beneath it a stream gently ripples,
Round it the birds love to trill.
Though now far away,
Still my thoughts fondly stray
To the old rustic bridge by the mill.

I keep in my memory our love of the past,
With me it's as bright as of old,
For deep in my heart
It was planted to last,
In absence it never grows cold!

I think of you darlin' when lonely at night,
And when all is peaceful and still,
My heart wanders back
In a dream of delight
To the old rustic bridge by the mill.

Beneath it a stream gently ripples,
Round it the birds love to trill.
Though now far away,
Still my thoughts fondly stray
To the old rustic bridge by the mill,
To the old rustic bridge by the mill!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - November 2019)