My Lover - Bert Jansch

A queen dressed in lace

Like winter’s falling snow

My lover

You are dancing with my dreams

You sing of broken time

My lover

But a-weeping by your side

Your words are crystal light

My lover

You have frozen each little sound

Yet not all I see and hear

My lover

Is revealed unto me

It lies your soul beneath

My lover

The darkness of your eyes

Come take my hand, my love

Oh, my lover

Please come to me

Come fill my pipe of a dream

My lover

With the smoke rings of love