I have met you a thousand times before...
And I never seen your face.
You have made me feel emotions I didn't know could reach my core...
Yet I don't know how you taste.
I have kissed you under every  star, and in the rain...
And yet I don't know your name.
I know exactly where you are...
Twinkling in the darkness of tomorrow.
Dancing in the green hills of a country still so far.
I can feel you coming to me my love..
and I hope you feel me running.
I just have a few more things to do before I take flight like Dylan's dove...
Finding rest in your sand, weary from the games and cunning.
And perhaps the air will vibrate, shake all the walls, shatter every plate, rattle every fork, and realign the stars...
When I meet you, in the streets of York.