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.