D Alone in the Bm world was F#m poor little Bm Anne,
As G sweet a young Em7 child as you'd A7 find.
Her D parents had Bm gone to their F#m7 final re Bm ward,
G Leavin' Em7 their A7 baby be D hind. A7
This D poor little Bm child was only F#m7 nine years of Bm age,
when G mother and Em7 dad went a A way. A7
Still D bravely she Bm worked at the F#m7 one thing she Bm knew,
to G earn Em7 her few A7 pennies a D day.
CHORUS:
D7 She made G arti Em7 ficial Gm flowers, D arti G ficial B7 flowers,
G Flow Em7 ers for A7 ladies of D fash G ion to D wear.
D7 She made G arti Em7 ficial Gm flowers, you Gm7 know those D arti F#m7 ficial B7 flowers,
G Fash.. Gm ioned Em7 from A7 Annie's des D pair.
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.
Bobby Darin
