What I 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.