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OVER THE BRIDGE.
Live is but a walk o'er a bridge
With the river of life beneath
With years full of trouble
And moments of bliss
According to friends we meet.
Bright dreams quickly fading
Youth's days quickly gone
Soon fled to the nevermore
A stumble in shadow
A step in the dark
And then, love, the other shore.
CHORUS:
If you with me will walk o'er the bridge
I'll care not how years may go
We'll care not for cluds
We'll laugh at the rain
Nor mind how the river flows
We'll just clasp hands and wander along
Singing love's old sweet song
When summer's gone
And we cross the ridge
With skies no longer blue
I'll not be sad
I'll just be glad
I've walked o'er the bridge with you.
----ZORA NEALE HURSTON, Nov. 16, 1924.
