With a joy of elevated thoughts
Soft and gentle plodding I prefer
Canorously humming to please thy soul
For thy acquaintance...
Untrim I won't now and ever
I'd spruce up to make thee proud
I am a bridge
I'd leap thee across the puddle
Across a mighty ocean too 'd be leapt
I am a bridge
I'd take thee to the valley of hope
A revival dwelling would be built
I am a bridge
I'd fetch every distress lied in thy
And place thee in a consoling chair
I am a bridge
I'd convey gladness into thy spirit
One that won't linger but stay forever!
