And these lavender fields,
Are where I think of you,
The breeze it builds,
The skies a darker blue
And it's a sign,
That things aren't rosey anymore,
Things aren't rosey anymore
And these lavender fields,
Are where I think of you,
The breeze it builds,
The skies a darker blue
And it's a sign,
That things aren't rosey anymore,
Things aren't rosey anymore,
And I'll lay in these
Lavender fields,
Till the rain tells me to go home
Oh these lavender fields,
Seem grey when I'm alone
Oh I'm lusting for some loving,
Lala, lala love me,
Oh I'm lusting for so this loving,
Lala, lala lala love me in that,
Rosey way once more
Ooo
