Woodbine, daisy,
Violets grow
Buttercup babies
Over my bones

Can’t you tell I’m a Waterhouse woman
Head hung back and eyes half closed?
Paint me like that, wouldn’t you really?
Half mad, half sad
All of it shows

Woodbine, daisy,
Violets grow
Buttercup babies
Over my bones

Can’t you tell I’m a Waterhouse woman
Wild and windblown, by the sea?
Hang me like that, wouldn’t you really?
By the window
Over the trees

Woodbine, daisy,
Violets grow
Buttercup babies
Over my bones

We're nothing much to live with
You should see us from a distance
What is it we're not getting
What is it we'll never know?
What’s the line? I must have missed it
Typical; I never listen
Can't you tell I'm only human?
When you do you let me go

Woodbine, daisy
Violets grow

Can’t you tell I’m a Waterhouse woman?
Dangerous, so I’ve been told
Drown me in effigy, burn me in memory
Quick, though, tiptoe
Before I’m too old