Mary's Fancy

I remember Mary's Fancy

With painted rugs on veranda doors

And Kit who cooks surprises in foods

From the Grenadines and Guadeloupe

And the old man sang as he measured the rum

And sang in the street band, walking by on the road

Then at night and sometimes afternoons

My visitor would slip through curtain doors

She was far too young

The moon turned gold to bronze

As the afternoons slipped down into the sea

Oh I remember Mary's Fancy

Walking along in sun-dried clothes

From the beach to the town, to the top of the hill

Wherever we went led back to our room

And the sails we watched from our shadowy bed

With flags of ships waiting out in the bay

She was far too young

When the easy rain

Held us prisoner for the night

And what we did in the place was everything

And beauty shed her grace on thee

Mary's Fancy stands there still

An empty shell on a dried out hill

But once together we laughed and wept

Now the memory of my love is kept

Where ships sail in to sail away

In a sense she'll return like another day

And love that made it Mary's Fancy

Love that made it Mary's Fancy - gone.

I remember Mary's Fancy

With painted rugs on veranda doors

And Kit who cooks surprises in foods

From the Grenadines and Guadeloupe

And the old man sang as he measured the rum

And sang in the street band, walking by on the road

Then at night and sometimes afternoons

My visitor would slip through curtain doors

She was far too young

The moon turned gold to bronze

As the afternoons slipped down into the sea

Oh I remember Mary's Fancy

Walking along in sun-dried clothes

From the beach to the town, to the top of the hill

Wherever we went led back to our room

And the sails we watched from our shadowy bed

With flags of ships waiting out in the bay

She was far too young

When the easy rain

Held us prisoner for the night

And what we did in the place was everything

And beauty shed her grace on thee

Mary's Fancy stands there still

An empty shell on a dried out hill

But once together we laughed and wept

Now the memory of my love is kept

Where ships sail in to sail away

In a sense she'll return like another day

And love that made it Mary's Fancy

Love that made it Mary's Fancy - gone