Ben King's Verse/How Often

They stood on the bridge at midnight, In a park not far from town; They stood on the bridge at midnight Because they didn't sit down.

The moon rose o'er the city Behind the dark church spire; The moon rose o'er the city And kept on rising higher.

How often, oh! how often They whispered words so soft; How often, oh! how often, How often, oh! how oft.