Mary's Fancy Lyrics - Playing To An Audience Of One - David Soul

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.