An Occasional Dream

I recall how we lived

On the corner of a bed

And we'd speak of a Swedish room

Of Hessian and woodAnd we'd talk with our eyes

Of the sweetness in our lives

And tomorrow's of rich surprise

Some things we could doIn our madness

We burnt one hundred days

Time takes time to pass

And I still hold some ashes to me

An occasional dreamAnd we'd sleep, oh, so close

But not really close our eyes

'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue

Gently weeping nightsIt was long, long ago, long ago

And I still can't touch your name

For the days of fate were strong for you

Danced you far from meIn my madness

I see your face in mine

I keep a photograph

It burns my wall with timeTime, an occasional dream of mine

An occasional dream of mine

An occasional dream of mine