Filmed with Olivier Mellano at St Giles-in-the-Fields Church London
Lyrics:
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
how does your garden grow?
On daffodil nails and cat's tails
and moons of spilt milk
which I lap with my tongue
and slick on my fur for extra glitter -
all the better to take the boys
unsaddling from their Jenny-Janes
who's able bodies and gifted tongue
are never enough to hold their men strung
when they recognize my scent - the scent ---
they come to me with their crooning bowls
wishing to be, to be, to be----
which I'll do for them I'll do:
everything -- for you, for you, for you
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
On daffodil nails and cat's tails
and moons of milk spilt,
which I slick on my fur for extra glitter,
all the better to fool the girls unsaddling from their boys
who are dreaming dreaming -
cannot keep their boys together
when they recognize my scent, my scent, my scent -
they come crooning with their begging bowls
wishing to be, to be taken up, and up
which I'll do dear boys I'll do
anything for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you
All My Golden Soldiers
who'll become, something else - like deals and deals and deals
and fields of daffodils --
all those smiling boys who come to me
with their crooning bowls hoping to become
Heroes, Heroes, Heroes, Heroes, Heroes, Heroes, Heroes, Heroes
Children
we must trust each other
Children
afraid of the night
we must love each other
we must trust each other
and we must listen
we must trust each other
we must trust each other
we must trust each other
we must trust each other
we must trust each other
we must trust each other
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