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