Dancing in the surf; she spins and pirouettes,
flared red dress, she is a mess, its only Maybe Jane
it’s crazy Jane. Maybe Jane, A flash of thigh, again.
She waltzes in the shallows, the lovely Maybe Jane.
No one’s child, feral wild, she’s my Maybe Jane
see she grew, into a beauty of the coastal tide.
Mermaid grace and perfect face, so precious never vain
my love and muse, you’re a disgrace, my darling Maybe Jane
Eyes of innocence and passion, Maybe Jane
A lover and an untamed waif, a siren, Maybe Jane
Hair shorn short, and spiking blond, it shines so golden fine
you draw the envy of the sun. My baby Maybe Jane.
Red dress, shoulders bare, I love you Maybe Jane
Golden skin, she lets me in and feeds me sugar cane
Made for sin, a wild play thing, ferocious, Maybe Jane
She leaves my breathless on the shore, untamed Maybe Jane.
Scratched and torn, I still adore her, Maybe Jane
She draws me to the shore again, she dances in the rain
A flash of red in foaming white be careful Maybe Jane
Come home my love, be mine tonight, I love you Maybe Jane
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com