For Emily, whenever I may find her.

For Emily, Whenever I may find her.
Simon/Garfunkel

  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 
  Dripping down the alleyways 
  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