There onece was a time
not too long ago.
When the days were relaxed;
We all took life slow.
The hillsides were green,
the wildflowers grew.
The crescent moon rose
in a sky pale blue.
It was where they crossed,
where the covered bridge stood.
The headlights aglow,
thru the aged broken wood.
An evening of romance
in our memory will last.
passing thru time,
on the Bridge to the Past.
