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