Thanks for your letter, it made me feel better, I was down   And it gave me a lift, appeared the Goodyear blimp   The tree out your window is covered in pink snow   You put a few blossoms in the envelope, I didn?t know   Now on the sidewalk, outside my P O Box, I?m a parade   I?m confetti of fuschia hearts, we are never really apart      You dreamed of me the last night of summer   You dreamed of me the last night of summer      You were coming, I was leaving, we met in the harbor   Where whaling ships dock, we threw some rocks   Everyone wanted you, I was not immune to the fever   That overtook the cast and crew, I couldn?t get to you   But I had a secret, a torch to give you, I stole an hour      Or two to share the fruit I grew with you      I dreamed of you the last night of winter   I dreamed of you the last night of winter      Hidden treasure, buried long ago, of immeasurable gold   I?m drawing a map, connecting the dots, fusing the past to the present      I must always remember our moments together   And believe in magic, it exists just beneath the surface   New York City thinks it knows everything, the buildings   The people threaten to crush your body, your mind, your soul   But you keep writing and I?ll keep writing and one day   The story will be told, all our oysters will unfold      You dreamed of me the last night of summer   I?ll dream of you the last night of winter