For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

What a dream I had, pressed in organdy Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy Softer than the rain. I wandered empty streets, down past 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.