by Bob Dylan



Hazel, dirty-blonde hair

I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.

You got something I want plenty of

Ooh, a little touch of your love.



Hazel, stardust in your eye

You're goin' somewhere and so am I.

I'd give you the sky high above

Ooh, for a little touch of your love.



Oh no, I don't need any reminder

To know how much I really care

But it's just making me blinder and blinder

Because I'm up on a hill and still you're not there.



Hazel, you called and I came,

Now don't make me play this waiting game.

You've got something I want plenty of

Ooh, a little touch of your love.