Beautiful South - Artifical Flowers Lyrics
Alone in the world was poor little AnneAs sweet a young child as you'd findHer parents had gone to their final rewardLeaving their baby behindDid you hear this poor little child was only nine years of ageWhen mother and dad went awayStill she bravely worked at the one thing she knewTo earn a few pennies a dayShe made artificial flowers, artificial flowersFlowers for ladies of fashion to wearShe made artificial flowers, artificial flowersFashioned from Annie's despairWith papers and shears, with wire and waxShe made up each tulip and mumAs snow flakes drifted in to her tenement roomHer baby little fingers grew numbFrom artificial flowers, those artificial flowersFlowers for ladies of high fashion to wearShe made artificial flowers, artificial flowersMade from Annie's despairAnd they found little Annie all covered with iceStill clutching her poor frozen shearsAmidst all the blossoms, she had fashioned by handAnd watered with all her young tearsThere must be a Heaven where little Annie can playIn heavenly gardens and bowersAnd instead of halo, she'll wear round her headA garland of genuine flowersNo more artificial flowers, artificial flowersFlowers for ladies of society to wearThose artificial flowers, artificial flowersFashioned from Annie'sFashioned from Annie's despair
