 | Sweet Lavender |  |
The world was sweeter than Summer
After my baby came,
Yet there seemed no name in the world
That was sweet enough for her name,
Till I smelt the lavender scent
And I knew what her name must be,
And, I whispered: “‘Lavender,’ darling,
That is the name for thee!”
After my baby came,
Yet there seemed no name in the world
That was sweet enough for her name,
Till I smelt the lavender scent
And I knew what her name must be,
And, I whispered: “‘Lavender,’ darling,
That is the name for thee!”
Now youth is gathered and faded,
But it scents the rest of my life—
But it scents the rest of my life—
Though my Lavender's grown to a woman,
And the woman is turned to a wife.
For I smell the lavender scent
More sweetly than ever before,
Now I dress my Lavender's baby
In the gowns my Lavender wore.
And the woman is turned to a wife.
For I smell the lavender scent
More sweetly than ever before,
Now I dress my Lavender's baby
In the gowns my Lavender wore.
| Sweet Lavender | |