this tormenting twisting ankle again oh! not again br all on the way up to the hill all the way down br i climbed without a misstep, i was down half way br on the top it was a picnic br music cheers and fine drizzle br sandwich was soggy? no, no, no br it was to be for all summer sundays br just this way exactly the way it was br it was.....coming back......it was...... br picking pancies for the window sill br you ran past me.....you shoved me? ? ? br aches in my ankle never gone since then.. br my love i know it was love with you touched me br it again twisted tormenting me br again.........