Dreams of Love - Bert Jansch

A troubled wind has chilled my heart

Killed our love right from the start

And visions of your face

Twist in my mind into knots of silken lace

A chance to win a hand so fair

Fades with night and a single prayer

Then a straw hat on her head

Brings morning dreams to alight upon my bed

If dead men swam the waters deep

Then fish would cry all in their sleep

My love, I can only try

To lift my hat from the depths as you walk by

Now banjos ring and fiddles play

A candle burns to light my way

And turning in my sleep

I dream again of your love, your love to keep