Married In Mount Airy

I was married in Mount Airy
In its prime, sometime in the late 60’s
Where he carried me into a lover’s suite
And we made love beneath
The mirrored ceilings

And things were merry at Mount Airy
Where they’d sing: All you have to bring is your love of everything!

Don’t recall what we were drinking but
I remember thinking
There was something very strange in the air
Don’t recall what we were singing but
I remember swinging
With my hands caught in the curls of his long hair

Don’t recall what we were drinking

But I could swear he tasted of Sherry
Contrary to the maraschino cherries
With our own colour TV
Heavenly shag carpeting
A world apart from the ordinary
Something in the air

And things were merry at Mount Airy
Where they’d sing: All you have to bring is your
Love of everything!

Don’t recall what we were drinking but
I remember thinking
There was something very strange in the air
Don’t recall what we were singing but
I remember swinging
With my hands caught in the curls of his long hair