Ribbons of water

Around unwavering stone

A lifetime close by

As polished is the stone

Maggie has her hands full

With buckets of sweet dreams

She's headed back to boil the sap

And stops up at the stream

The river has been running high

And Maggie is no lass

She's eyeing up the fallen log, the only way to pass

As soggy as a stallion rambunctious in the spring

It kicks at Maggie's pails of sap and pulls poor Maggie in

Maggie shakes an angry fist she's never been one for cryin'

She takes a vow to build a bridge or the devil take her tryin'

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Maggie's moving mountains, one by one

She coax them gently down to where the river runs

And all the while her boots keep time to the river's song

As Maggie marches on)

She'll pick the perfect pieces for her puzzle in the stream

And rocks in indignation don't share in Maggie's dream

So Maggie grabs a crowbar to persuade her stubborn stones

And they grumble and they protest as they move to their new home

Meanwhile, idle gossip is pastime for the birds

Maggie knows they're mocking this foolishness of hers

They chirp about her mending and her dishes in her sink

But one thing Maggie's learned is not to care what others think

(Chorus)

And so the bridge goes slowly

For the river's deep and wide

It takes another 20 years of Maggie's sweat and pride

She's come to lay the final stone and see her promise done

She finally gets to cross her bridge in the setting sun

And Maggie can't remember now how it all began

She hasn't tapped a single tree since starting on her plan

Maggie's done with mountains now she's just turned 81

She smiles because her boots keep time to the river's song

(Chorus x2)