Whenever I look at a mug of beer
I remember the jovial night
Faulty rational world of fear
Lost in the foam so white.
The girl in Munich brimful of fun
Borne on the sea from afar
Lips next to mine could kiss and pun
Naught was there to mar.
No game to play with the girl of the Isle
Whatever suggested she’d do
The meadow dark she kissed with her smile
And only the treetops knew.
The dawning morn, forgotten beer
Two and one thing more
A tender caress from a body near
What an enchanting hour.
Then back to the pubs for a final drink
Before the heat of day
The world was awake and alive with zest
But I just dreamt away.
Dreamt of a night that’s now unreal
Hazy, and only a smile
Sweet with memories of foaming beer
Brings back to me that girl from the Isle.
Munich, Germany. July, 1960.