For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her (Live in St. Louis, MO - November 1969)

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 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