On A Sea Of Fleur-De-Lis

I adore thee, Mother Mary
But would you change me back to a witch?
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 seed

But 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
And 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, rocking slowly
No one bound to be so holy
In your gown of Fleur-de-Lis

And I adore thee, Mother Mary
But would you change me 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
And 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

But 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