Lavender essential oil, heather perfume drops,
Not for old ladies- sweet and magical.
The purple swish on banks and moors of these fragrant flower clumps
Drifts across the air between white-starred fields in breeze.
When distilled to purple bottles, porcelain pot-pourri jars,
Rub in cream of lavender, softening my fingers.
Wild cologne of hillside heather brush onto my cheek.
Sprite that loves the lavender, come inside and watch me draw
Only flowers, purple flowers, all for younger ladies.