I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun warmed, flower bordered path.
If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.
They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arm around a girl like on the old record cover.
Walking with her man, Lost in a dream
Love was in the air, so both of us walked through love on our way to the corner.
My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.
Walk my way and a thousand violins begin to play, or it might be the sound of your hello.
It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast! It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed!
I drew my bride, beneath the moon,Across my threshold; happy hour!But, ah, the walk that afternoonWe saw the water-flags in flower!
