There are stars in the southern sky 
Southward as you go. 
There is moonlight and moss in the trees 
Down the Seven Bridges Road. 

Now I have loved you like a baby... 
Like some lonesome child, 
And I have loved you in a tame way, 
And I have loved you wild. 

Sometimes there's a part of me 
Has to turn from here and go... [bad word] like a child from these warm stars 
Down the Seven Bridges Road. 

There are stars in the southern sky. 
And if ever you decide you should go, 
There is a taste of time sweet and honey 
Down the Seven Bridges Road.