There are stars in the Southern skySouthward as you goThere is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road
Now I have loved you like a babyLike some lonesome childAnd I have loved you in a tame wayAnd I have loved you wildSometimes there's a part of meHas to turn from here and goRunning like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road
There are stars in the Southern skyAnd if ever you decide you should goThere is a taste of thyme sweetened honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road
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