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.