Take me to Bridgetown
Where to be quiet is fine
And old wooden steps
Have greyed with time
Take me to Bridgetown
Where I kissed my first girl
And people just talk
Of Bridgetown's own world
Take me to Bridgetown
Of maple syrup sublime
And the fall cool air
Of fragrant tall pines
Take me to Bridgetown
Where roads and dreams wind
And my upstairs bedroom youth
Holds a stranger this time
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