When I am winded, I hold it
A little lavender sachet
My mother gave me it for comfort
One of her many gifts to me
And in the night, when I don’t have a lover by my side
I can still breathe

I will always smell of lavender

I am a woman who is lonely
I am a woman who needs love
I am a woman who has plenty
And I know I am only one

Of all the roots that are tangling up in the field
Look beneath the bruises
A fruit is still sweet under its skin

I will always smell of lavender