Mary’s Fancy

I remember Mary's fancy
With painted rugs under rampant doors
And a kid took surprises and foods
From the Grenadines and Waterloos
And the old man sang
As he measured the rum
And sang to the street band
Walking by on the road

Then at night and sometimes afternoons
My visitor would slip through curtained doors
And she was far too young
The moon turned gold to bronze
As the afternoons slipped out into the sea

Oh, I remember Mary's fancy
Walking on love in some bright clothes
From the bridge 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
The fancy 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 that place was everything
And beauty shed her grace on thee

Mary's fancy stands there still
And empty shell on a dried-out hill
But once together we laughed and wept
Now the memory of my love is kept

Where ships sailed in to sail away
And the century turned like another day
And love that made it Mary's fancy
Love that made it Mary's fancy gone.