Virginia Bluebell
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 sunny place to grow
Pretty little thing
Sometimes you gotta look good
And let the world see
All the beauty that you're made of
'Cause the way you hang your head
Nobody can tell
Your my Virginia bluebell
My Virginia bluebell
Even through a storm
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 whatcha can realize what you have
Pretty little thing
Sometimes you gotta look good
And let the world see
All the beauty that you're made of
'Cause the way you hang you head
Nobody can tell
Your my Virginia bluebell
Put a little light in the darkest places
Put a little smile on the saddest faces
Pretty little thing
Sometimes you gotta look good
And let the world see
All the beauty that you're made of
'Cause the way you hang you head
Nobody can tell
Your my Virginia bluebell
My Virginia bluebell