For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky Burgundy
Softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets down
Passed 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 lamp-light
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

Пол Саймон
"Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme", 1966
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