(Where my Rosemary Goes) 1970. Over 18 million hits on YouTube. Lucky fellas.
Magical, mystical song, still popular with those who hear it.

And wow, that Rosemary—maybe ethereal, surely surreal—never forget her.
One in a million, a mysterious goddess among women.

Every young man’s dream, the greatest fantasy female ever; the song is so clever, it makes you believe Rosemary’s really a goddess. Maybe she was. Maybe she still is.

O Rosemary, beautiful, mind-blowing, ultimate; you should have been the love of my life.

O Rosemary, why did I never meet an amazing, magical, enchanting woman like you?

And like the song says, “I would have loved you endlessly.”

But woe upon woes, you never existed except in that beautiful, make-believe tribute song, which I will always love and never tire of, no matter how many times I hear it.
Listening to it now. Love grows….

Bob Boyd