“BRIDGETON”
By: David J. Brooks 06/11/2016


Nothing like the smell of fresh cut grass – floating on a Summer’s breeze –

Nothing like the kiss of a Jersey Girl, trying so damn hard to please…

So, I guess you’d call them the “Good Old Days” – Growing up

without a care – now we can’t stay out to “Street-Light-Time” –

everyone’s so full of fear…

(2x) I remember those days – at my old high school, when we, were young, and strong –

I remember my friends, in a faded play – some are lost, but so many are gone –

Chorus:

Bridgeton: (4 beat) Your child, has come home…

Bridgeton: (4 beat) My fate, was my own…

Walking through the woods on tracks of old – watching as my days rolled by–

Thinking of a girl, who I never knew, coming home from Junior High –

Where, all the seasons, described my home – Winter, Summer,

Spring, and Fall –

But none, could compare - to my all time best – In truth I

think I loved them all… (2x)

Chorus:

Bridgeton: (4 beat) Your child has come home…

Bridgeton: (4 beat) My fate was my own…

(3x) Bridgeton: (4 beat) I long for your charms…

My Dear Sweet Bridgeton: (4 beat) One day I’ll sleep in your arms…

Sweet Cohansey: (4 beat)

Cumberland…

Sweet Cohansey: (4 beat)

Cumberland…fin.

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