Fatal Flower Garden – Andrew Bird’s Bowl Of FireBy It rained it pouredIt rained so hardRained so hard all day‘Till all the boys in our schoolCame out to talk and playThey tossed the ballAgain so highThen again so lowTill it fell into a flower gardenWhere no one’s allowed to goWhen a tipsy Gypsy ladyDressed in yellow and greenSays come here come hereMy pretty little boyAnd get your ball againNo I won’t come inI shan’t come inWithout my playmates allI’m gonna get my father and tell him all about itAnd then the tears shall fallFirst she offered an apple sweetThen a tangerineThen she offered a diamondThat seemed to do the trick that enticed him inShe took him by the lily-white handAnd led him through the hallShe took him to an upper roomWhere no one could hear him callNo not a soulBury the bible at my feetThe testament at my headIf my dear father should call for meTell him that I am deadBury the bible at my headThe testament at my feetIf my dear mother should call for meTell her that I’m asleep www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20