Fatal Flower Garden Lyrics - Singles - Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

It rained, it poured, rained so hard 

Rained so hard all day 

Till all the boys in our school 

They came out to talk and play 

And they tossed the ball 

Again so high, then again so low 

Till it fell into a flower garden 

No ones allowed to go 

When a tipsy gypsy lady 

All dressed in yellow and green 

Says, Come here, come here 

My pretty little boy and get your ball again 

No, I wont come in and I say ain't coming 

Without my playmates all 

Im gonna get my father and tell him about it 

And then the tears shall fall 

Well, first she offered an apple sweet 

And then a tangerine 

Then she offered him a diamond 

That seemed to do the trick 

That enticed him in 

Well, she took him by his lilly-white hand 

And she led him through the hall 

She took him to an upper room 

Where no one could hear him call 

No, not a soul 

Bury the Bible at my feet 

The testament at my head 

If my dear father should call for me 

Won't you tell him that I am dead 

Bury the Bible at my head 

And the testament at my feet 

If my dear mother should call for me 

Won't you tell her that Im asleep