I dreamt we were standing   By the banks of the Thames   Where the cold gray 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 lonely   In a faraway place   The sun fell cold upon my face   Cracks in the ceiling spelt hell      Turned to the wall   Pulled the sheets around my head   Tried to sleep, dream my way   Back to you again      Count the days   Slowly passing by   Step on a plane   And fly away      I'll see you then   As the dawn birds sing   On a cold and misty morning   By the Albert bridge