From the recording Queen Mary, the Moon and Me


Aboard 4000 score tons, magnificently free
Southampton to America we sailed in ‘63
You stood in the Verandah Grill, your beauty drew me in
I smiled at you, you touched your arm to let the games begin
Those two weeks were our happiness, brief lovers in our prime
And now I’m back to chase a mystery
A drink with your photograph from 1963,
Queen Mary, the moon and me,
Queen Mary, the moon and me
Now Mary lives a life less grand, this vessel turned hotel
But here I’m tracing footsteps out of stories I still tell
Of two young hopefuls leaving home in search of promised lands
Who find each other’s heartbeats till one heart misunderstands
I’m sure we could have talked it through but didn’t have the time
We only found the words to break the spell
I’ve heard this ship is haunted, that the ghosts can never leave
And though I watched you disembark, in these shadows I believe
So California lunar light please conjure up for me
A vision of the girl I loved but lost away from sea
What good’s an old location, a snapshot’s fading smile
And years of recollecting what will never reconcile
But still I’m coming back to her, this ship that never sails
To see again your amber hair as you lean against the rails
I’ll toast to our short, happy life, our magic maritime
Until my memory slips from this exile
My Annie, Queen Mary, the moon and me
My Annie, Queen Mary, the moon and me
© 2012 Rob Berretta