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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