So much yearning a touch of wistful wishing just to see this lost love, if only a distant glimpse just one more , one more time..

The Freewheeling Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

Over the hill and over the dale,
  And over the bourn to Dawlish--
Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale
  And gingerbread nuts are smallish.

Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill
  And kicked up her petticoats fairly;
Says I I'll be Jack if you will be Gill--
  So she sat on the grass debonairly.

Here's somebody coming, here's somebody coming!
  Says I 'tis the wind at a parley;
So without any fuss any hawing and humming
  She lay on the grass debonairly.

Here's somebody here and here's somebody there!
  Says I hold your tongue you young Gipsy;
So she held her tongue and lay plump and fair
  And dead as a Venus tipsy.

O who wouldn't hie to Dawlish fair,
  O who wouldn't stop in a Meadow,
O who would not rumple the daisies there
  And make the wild fern for a bed do!

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