The old rustic Bridge by theMill.
THE OLD RUSTIC BRIDGE BY THE MILL. I recall my Dad singing this song. Dad passed away in 1930 aged 40; due to a recurrence of a WW1 war wound in France on the western front. My dear departed Rosemary loved it too.
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I am thinking tonight of the old rustic bridge
That bends o'er the murmuring stream
'Twas there, Maggie dear, with our hearts full of cheer
We strayed 'neath the moon's gentle beam
'Twas there I first met you, the light of 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.
Chorus: Beneath it the stream gently ripples
Around it the birds love to trill
Though now far away, my thoughts fondly stray
To the old rustic bridge by the Mill.
I keep in my mem'ry the love of the past
With me 'tis 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 darling 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.
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'Tis through misty eyes I write this response.
Take good care...best wishes and thoughts go your way. :)