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I'm[D] thinking to[D7]night of the[G] old rustic[D] bridge
That [G]bends o'er the[E7] murmuring[A] stream.
'Twas[D]
there Maggie[D7] dear, with our[G] hearts full of[D] cheer,
We[G] strayed 'neath the[A] moon's gentle[D] gleam.,,[G],,[D]
'Twas[A]
there I first met you, the[E7] light of your eyes,
A[A]woke in my[E7] heart a sweet[A] thrill.
Though[D] now far a[D7]way,
still my[G] thoughts fondly[D] stray,
To the[G] old rustic[A] bridge by the[D] mill.
CHORUS
Be[G]neath
it a[A] stream gently[D] rippled.
A[A]round it the[E7] birds loved to[A] thrill
Though[D] now far a[D7]way still my[G]
thoughts fondly[D] stray
To the[G] old rustic[A] bridge by the[D] mill.
How often, dear Maggie, when years passed
away,
And we plighted lovers became;
We rambled the path to the bridge, day by day,
The smiles of each other to
claim.
But one day we parted in pain and regret,
Our vows then we could not fulfil;
Oh, may we soon meet and our
fond love repeat,
On 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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