Mr barrister, I knew you in a dream In springs long gone You were the one That awoke a stirring within me. The one that made me think About who I might be, Who made me see, The vibrant colours on the brink Of my own spring dawn, Mr barrister, flat white no foam, Warm my heart of stone, To this day I’d fawn, Your beauty never faded, But I’d never say out loud, not once, not ever.