Carrying the weight on the end of a limb

Your just waitin for somebody

To pick you up again

Shaded by a tree, can't live up to a rose

All you ever wanted

Was a silent place to grow

Pretty little thing

Sometimes you gotta look up

And let the world see

All the beauty that your made of

Cause the way you hang you head

Nobody can tell

Your my virginia bluebell

My viginia bluebell

Even through the snow

A flower can bloom

You just need a little push

Spring is coming soon

Umbrella in the rain

They'll roll off your back

Better watcha can realize what you have

Pretty little thing

Sometimes you gotta look up

And let the world see

All the beauty that your made of

Cause the way you hang you head

Nobody can tell

Your my virginia bluebell

My viginia bluebell

Put a little light in the darkest places

Put a little smile on the saddest faces

Pretty little thing

Sometimes you gotta look up

And let the world see

All the beauty that your made of

Cause the way you hang you head

Nobody can tell

Your my virginia bluebell

My viginia bluebell