Growing from mountains far off in the blue
trusted a place to me dear.
Hither my thoughts and my dreams will ensue
after the taking of care.
Jealousy, quiet and graceful thou art,
here as I walk by dreaming,
thinking of thee once so urgent to heart,
memories now just gleaming.
The old town bridge by the portal pulsar –
coupled and shining in stardom we are.
Jealousy, quiet and graceful thou art,
here as I walk by dreaming.
Vals by Oskar Hoddø
composed on this bridge
