"On a Sea of Fleur de Lis" as written by and Richard Shindell....
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 sea

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 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


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"On a Sea of Fleur de Lis" as written by Richard Shindell

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