Bobby Darin

Alone in the world was poor little Anne,
As sweet a young child as you'd find.
Her parents had gone to their final reward,
Leavin' their baby behind.
This poor little child was only nine years of age,
when mother and dad went away.
Still bravely she worked at the one thing she knew,
to earn her few pennies a day.
CHORUS:
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers,
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear.
She made artificial flowers, you know those artificial flowers,
Fash..ioned from Annie's despair.
With paper and shears, with some wire and wax,
She made up each tulip and mum.
As snowflakes drifted into her tenement room,
Her baby little fingers grew numb.
CHORUS:
From makin' artificial flowers, those artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear.
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Made from Annie's despair.
They found little Annie all covered in ice,
Still clutchin' her poor frozen shears.
Amidst all the blossoms she had fashioned by hand,
And watered with all her young tears.
There must be a heaven where little Annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers.
And instead of a halo she'll wear round her head,
A garland of genuine flowers.
CHORUS:
No more artificial flowers;
Throw away those artificial flowers,
Flowers for ladies of society to wear.
Throw away those artificial flowers,
Those dumb-dumb flowers,
Fashioned from Annie's, fashioned from Annie's
Despair.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.