| | What a dream I had: | | Pressed in organdy; | | Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy; | | Softer than the rain. | | I wandered empty streets down | | passed the shop displays. | | I heard cathedral bells | | Tripping down the alley ways, | | As I walked on. | And when you ran to me | | | Your cheeks flushed with the night. | | We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight, | | I held your hand. | | And when I awoke | | and felt you warm and near, | | I kissed your honey hair | | with my grateful tears. | | | Oh I love you, girl. | | | | Oh, I love you.