Ayerbe is a town in the Hoya de Huesca comarca, in the autonomous community of Aragon in Spain.
Ayerbe is located 28 km from Huesca on highway A 132 in the direction of Pamplona, on the Gállego river. It is bounded by Riglos crags and the Santo Domingo range of hills to the north; to the east by the villages of Loarre and Loscorrales; to the south by the villages of Lupiñén-Ortilla, and to the west by the villages of Biscarrues and Murillo de Gállego. It is located at 42°16′36″N 00°41′21″W / 42.27667°N 0.68917°W / 42.27667; -0.68917Coordinates: 42°16′36″N 00°41′21″W / 42.27667°N 0.68917°W / 42.27667; -0.68917, with a height above sea level of Alicante of 582 m. and an area of 63.29 square kilometres. It is located in an excavated erosive depression in the surface of the Tertiary period.
The soil is dry, loose and stony, generally level with a sprinkling of small isolated hills. The land is largely covered by pines, olive and almond trees, with vineyards making a comeback. There are also areas of cereal production to the east and south. It is also populated by evergreen oaks, rosemary, gorse and other shrubs in addition to grass. There are occasional occurrences of rabbits, hares and partridges.
I was missing my
Little miss misty eyes
She made my life complete
Id been waiting on
True loves sweet surprise
And it tasted so sweet
Oh it tasted so sweet
I could hear
The sound of the love bell
Told me all it could tell
And the sight of
The blue moon rising
Told me all was well
Told me all was well
I was just driftin
As a wind blown wave
Like a stricken ship
I thought I'd never be saved
So far below me
There seemed so much more
Yet a man has to know
What he's looking for
Something unknown
Kept my life turning around
But I couldnt get near to
Putting my feet on the ground
With all that I had
Any man would be glad
But my everything was nothing
So what made me sad
I was missing my
Little miss misty eyes
She made my life complete
I was waiting on
True loves sweet surprise
And it tasted so sweet
It tasted so sweet
Farewell to that same lonely road
Ive seen the last of
That heavy load
No more blues about paying dues
Its time for reaping