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. Did ya hear this poor little child Was only nine years of age When mother and dad went away Still she bravely worked At the one thing she knew To earn her few pennies a day She made artificial flowers Artificial flowers Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear She made artificial flowers You know, those artificial flowers Fashioned 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 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 with 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 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 Give her the real thing
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. Did ya hear this poor little child Was only nine years of age When mother and dad went away Still she bravely worked At the one thing she knew To earn her few pennies a day She made artificial flowers Artificial flowers Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear She made artificial flowers You know, those artificial flowers Fashioned 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 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 with 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 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 Give her the real thing
