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 See
 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 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
 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 me back to a witch
 As a witch would I love you more than any man
 So give a wink, give a nod, but give a damn
 Be a sport, Mary, and don't tell Dad
 He need never know how He's been had
 And never you mind about those seven seals
 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