Bethan Le Mas - Lavender & Oranges Lyrics

I only took a little lavender, sir
I wouldn't take no more
I know that you can spare it
It is for my mother who is dead, sir
Gone five winters past
Her grave lies bare and I cannot bear it
When she was a child she came from Spain, sir
In the court of the queen
Where all smelt of incense and oranges

If I am to die, I will do it well, sir
Let me to my priest
I will confess all my sinner's ways
Though I only took a sprig of lavender, sir
I suppose that is enough
To undo a thousand holy days
Would you kneel beside me as I pray, sir?
I know the stone is cold
But you have firs to rest upon
But a moment of your time, sir
Then you may fetch the blade
And breathe easy once my breathing's done

Will I hear the whistle and the gasp, sir?
Will I feel a chill
When you set my spirit free?
If there is a maid standing by, sir
Would you let her take the flower
That has so condemned me?
And if God will not receive my sinner's soul, sir
Then I will go to Spain
And rest amongst the oranges