On A Sea Of Fleur De Lis

I adore thee, Mother Mary

But would you change me back to a witch

And let me live in the arms of a sorry old elm?

Give the gypsy moths a realm of their own

For a postman's fee would I work for thee

From that tree would I swoop down and leave

A billion blue eggs of eternity

And in no time you'd have your own sea

Don't just stare, I mean it really

Hear my prayer, I give it freely

Are you there, fleur de lis?

I adore thee, Mother Mary

But would you change me back to a witch

And let me live in the arms of a willow?

Fly around not wearing a stitch

For so long has this room been so hollow

We wait at the gate for an echo

In the flesh of your newly-cleaned frescoes

Where Jesus holds John to his breast

Wrapped around and rocking slowly

No one bound to be so holy

In your gown of fleur de lis

I adore thee, Mother Mary

But would you change my back to a witch?

As a witch would I love you more than any man

So give a wink, give a nod, give a damn

Be a sport, Mary, and don't tell dad

He need never know how he's been had

Never you mind about those seven seals

'Cause daddy was a one-shot deal

One, two, three, it could be that easy

There we'd be, I with my baby

On a sea of fleur de lis

Do re mi, it could be that easy

There we'd be, I with my baby

On a sea of fleur de lis

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