A Summer Wind, a Cotton Dress
I was hers and you were his
The night we met out on that bridge
You knew then what I know now
That love put down comes back some how
The comet came, the comet went
And hid its face in the firmament
I looked once and then turned away
When I looked again it was much too late
A summer wind, a cotton dress
This is how I remember you best
A glance held long and a stolen kiss
This is how I remember you best
The fool I was is the fool I am
I've got a wife, I'm a family man
But when I lay in our bed
I sometimes dream I'm holding you instead
A summer wind, a cotton dress
This is how I remember you best
A glance held long and a stolen kiss
This is how I remember you best
The kids are fine
They're six and nine
I think you'd probably like my wife
But the kitchen light seems much too bright
For what I find myself thinking tonight
A summer wind, a cotton dress
This is how I remember you best
A glance held long and a stolen kiss
This is how I remember you best
Richard Shindell, from the album Courier
If you click on the song title above, you'll see a live performance of this song by Richard Shindell
When a man says he remembers a girl in a cotton dress, it must be an awfully pretty dress. Maybe one like the one shown above? The fifties were a prime cotton dress viewing period. Cotton lawn, I like to imagine, maybe Liberty? With pretty pastel flowers. The girls above, muses both, are wearing sensibly low heels for dancing and bridge-set stolen kisses by comet-light later.
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