Shrinking Violet - Bishop Allen

Oh, my shrinking violet

I left my basket of impatience at your door

I brought my tulips for your two lips

But the bulb don’t burn anymore

Ain’t it a shame just how much rain we got

The April showers blot out the sun

So much dear that your roots still rot

And we’re waiting til the kingdom come

Oh, my shrinking violet

I left my basket of impatience at your door

I brought my tulips for your two lips

But, the bulb don’t burn anymore

The night chain rain will fall on us

The daffodil’s struck down

But, in the morning, glorious

I will wait until the kingdom come

I will wait until the kingdom come