Carrying the weight on the end of a limb
youre 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 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 stone*
a flower can bloom
you just need a little push
spring is coming soon
umbrella in the rain
Let it roll off your back*
Weather what ya 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
youre my Virginia bluebell
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 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