A stary night to ramble beneath the wintry nell Among the brush and bramble we'll kiss and never tell

Of all the things that I love best that fill me with delight It is to take a ramble all on a stary night

It's been a very long time since I heard this one, but I always loved it. Not sure if Bob wrote this or if it is old. It was always hard to figure with him.

I hope someone here knows where to find it.

Good hunting,

Luke