We'll cross the bridge together,
Made not of stone, of steel neither.
A bridge of love, of noble minds;
A bridge that spans, a bridge that binds.
Pete, you're a rock:
created from dust;
a breath, a spirit-
a good man, you're Pete!
More than gold, than treasures rare
Are days of sun and maple flare;
The leafy rain of red and yellow,
Orange and green on blushing meadow.