Beautiful South - Artificial Flowers Lyrics
(harnick/bock)Alone in the world was poor little anneAs sweet a young child as youd findHer parents had gone to their final rewardLeaving their baby behindDid you hear this poor little childWas only nine years of ageWhen mother and dad went awayStill she bravely workedAt 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 annies 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 numb>from artificial flowers, those artificial flowersFlowers for ladies of high fashion to wearShe made artificial flowers, artificial flowersMade from annies 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, shell wear round her headA garland of genuine flowersNo more artificial flowers, artificial flowersFlowers for ladies of society to wearThose artificial flowers, artificial flowersFashioned from anniesFashioned from annies despair
