The classic May-day song, by one of my favourite bands of the 1970s.
For several years in the 70s, I would rise at about five in the morning, and take a walk through the woods on Backwell Hill - even if (especially when) it was a school day.
I looked forward to this annual ritual because it seemed as if something magical was always just about to happen (and change everything for the better); although it never actually did - except for that magic itself.
In other words Sehnsucht - although I did not know the concept at the time.
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