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