I am just an old covered bridge
that pioneers love to see,
They call me an old landmark
Built back in 1883.
I span the Mississinewa
I have always carried the load,
for traverlers who come and go
Upon this country road.
Strangers often come and fish
From morning til night,
and always go home complaining
because the fish don't bite.
Tourists often come and gaze
me o'er and o'er and read the
names on my sides as they
stroll upon the floor.
If I could only talk
there are lots of things I could say,
how sweethearts would stop and ponder
about there wedding days.
But I am just and Old Covered Bridge
a memory of pioneer days
If I were still here standing
I'd be memories of your yesterday.
