For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

What a dream I had, pressed in organdie
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy
Softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets down, past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells, dripping 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, felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair, with my grateful tears
Oh I love you girl
Oh I love, you
Girl