Richard Shindell - 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






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