For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
Paul Simon
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