I am dreaming of a French Summer

But not in the south of the country

I am dreaming of a French Summer

On a northern cliff high above the sea

It is raining hard tonight

The sky is angry and dark

I cannot see France from my bedroom

This makes me sad as I know

That if my dream comes true

I will be standing on that northern cliff

Looking at you in our quiet Walmer house

You will be aware of my detailed presence

And will blow your kisses across the wide waters

I will play a violet violin in honour of our love

Which you will record on the soft petals of sea flowers