On a Sea of Fleur De Lis - Solas

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 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?

Let me live in the arms of a willow

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 my 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

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

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