Benjamin Franklin King (Бенджамин Франклин Кинг)

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.

1. The Flowers' Ball
2. Her Folks An' Hiz'n
3. No Harm Done
4. The Yaller Jackets' Nest
5. Benton Harbor, Mich

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