For Emily Whenever I May Find Her Cliff Richard

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
Go 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 saw you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh, I love you, girl
Oh, how I love you, girl