I dreamt we were standing By the banks of the Thames Where the cold grey waters ripple In the misty morning light Held a match to your cigarette Watched the smoke curl in the mist Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us Smiling at me I awoke so cold and

Underneath the lovely London sky When the early hours have come and gone Through the misty morning showers I greet the door For when the light has hit the ground There's lots of treasures to be found Though the lamps are turning down Please don’t feel