The Lavender Girls
Patrick Cannell © 1998
I'm setting sail for somewhere over the horizon
And, if I ever get there, I'll send you a description.
I'd make a pact with the Devil but it wouldn't be fair to you.
I'd tell you nothing but it wouldn't be true.
They leave me no choice, they speak with one voice.
The lavender girls, they're called the lavender girls
And they go up like the smoke that gets in your eyes.
I'm sitting in my bath tub, drifting out to sea.
(I'm drifting out to see just what there is to see.)
The butcher and the baker and a pig's head makes three.
(The butcher's auntie and a pig's head makes three.)
And we've agreed, when the food's gone, to die alphabetically.
I'd tell you something but you wouldn't agree.
They leave me no choice, they speak with one voice.
The lavender girls, they're called the lavender girls
And they go up like the smoke that gets in your eyes.
The lavender girls and they make you feel all right
Like the lavender lavender lavender coloured light.