Carrying the weight on the end of a limb   You're just waiting 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 you're made of   'Cause the way you hang your head nobody can tell   You're my Virginia Bluebell, my Virginia Bluebell      Even through the snow 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 you can, realize what you have      Pretty little thing, sometimes you gotta look up   And let the world see all the beauty that you're made of   'Cause the way you hang your head nobody can tell   You're 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 you're made of   'Cause the way you hang your head nobody can tell   You're my Virginia Bluebell, my Virginia Bluebell