Artificial Flowers (Bock/Harnick)

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Alone in the world was poor little Ann
Sweet a young child as you'll find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leaving their baby behind

This poor little child was but nine years of age
When mother and dad went away
Still bravely she clung to the one thing she knew
To make a few pennies a day

She make artificial flowers
She make artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
She make artificial flowers
Artificial flowers
Fashioned from Annie's despair

With paper and shears, with wire and wax
She fashioned each tulip and mum
As snowflakes flew into her tenament home
Her poor little fingers grew numb

From making artificial flowers
From making artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
She make artificial flowers
Artificial flowers
Fashioned from Annie's despair

They found little Annie all covered in ice
Still clutching her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms she'd fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears

There must be a heaven where Annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers
Instead of a halo she'll wear round her head
A garland of genuine flowers

No more artificial flowers
No more artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
No more artificial flowers
No more artificial flowers
Fashioned from Annie's
Fashioned from Annie's
Fashioned from Annie's despair