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