Long ago on a 
starlit night,
I held my lover 
good and tight.

Together we jumped 
off that bridge,
Way up there on 
that mountain ridge.

Wasn't long before 
they found us both,
Holding each other 
real, real close.

Both of us found 
real dead,
We hit a rock 
with our head.

Long ago on a 
sunshiny day,
They buried us both 
near a field of hay.

Holding each other 
real, real close,
That's how they 
layed us both.

Cause high up on 
that mountain ridge,
Together we jumped 
off that bridge.

When I held my lover 
good and tight,
Long ago on a 
starlit night.

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