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