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Artificial Flowers

Höfundur lags: Jerry Bock og Sheldon Harnick Höfundur texta: Jerry Bock og Sheldon Harnick Flytjandi: Bobby Darin Sent inn af: Anonymous


Al[A]one in the wo[F#m]rld was[C#m7-5] poor little A[F#m]nne    
As s[D9]weet a young [Bm7-5]child       [E7/6] as y     [E7]ou'd f[A]ind.[Edim]    [E7]    
Her [A]parents had [F#m]gone to thei[C#m7-5]r final rew[F#m]ard    
[D9]Leavin' [Bm7-5]their       [E7alt] ba -       [E7/6] by      [E7]be - h[A]ind. [Edim]    [E7]    

This[A] poor little [F#m]child was only[C#m7-5] nine years of[F#m] age    
When m[D9]other and[Bm7-5] dad       [E7/6]went      [E7]a - w[A]ay; [Edim]    [E7]    
[A]Still bravely w[F#m]orked at the[C#m7-5] one thing she [F#m]knew    
To e[D9]arn   [Bm7-5] her few[E7alt] pen -       [E7/6]nies      [E7]a    [Fdim] day.      [A]    

[A7]She made [D9]ar - ti -[Bm7-5] fic - ial f[Dm6]lowers, [A]ar - ti - [D9]fic - ial f[A]lowers,
F[D9]low -[Fdim] ers fo[Bm7-5]r la - d[E7]ies of f[A]ash - [D9]ion   [Fdim] to w     [A]ear;
[A7]She made [D9]ar - ti -[Bm7-5] fic - ial flowers,
You[Dm6] know those a[A]r - ti [C#m7-5]- fic - ial [F#7]flowers,
F[D9]ash - [Dm6]ioned    [Bm7-5] from       [E7alt] Ann -       [E7/6]ie's      [E7]des - p[A]air.

With [A]paper and s[F#m]hears, with some[C#m7-5] wire and [F#m]wax    
She [D9]made up[Bm7-5] each       [E7/6] tu -      [E7]lip and m[A]um. [Edim]    [E7]    
As sn[A]owflakes drifted[F#m] into her[C#m7-5] ten - e - ment [F#m]room    
Her [D9]baby [Bm7-5]little      [E7alt] fin -       [E7/6]gers g     [E7]rew n[A]umb.[D9]    [A]    

From [A7]makin' a[D9]r - ti - [Bm7-5]fic - ial fl[Dm6]owers, [A]ar - ti - [D9]fic - ial flo[A]wers
[D9]Flow [Fdim]- ers for[Bm7-5] la - d      [E7]ies of h[A]igh f[D9]ashio[Fdim]n to w     [A]ear.
[A7]She made [D9]ar - ti -[Bm7-5] fic - ial f[Dm6]lowers, [A]ar - ti [C#m7-5]- fic - ial [F#7]flowers
F[D9]ash - [Dm6]ioned    [Bm7-5] from       [E7alt] Ann -       [E7/6]ie's      [E7]des - p[A]air.[Edim]    [E7]    

They [A]found little [F#m]Annie all [C#m7-5]covered in[F#m] ice    
Still [D9]clutch -[Dm6] in' her[Bm7-5] poor       [E7/6]froz -     [E7] en she[A]ars;[Edim]    [E7]    
Ami[A]dst all the [F#m]blossoms she had[C#m7-5] fashioned by[F#m] hand    
And [D9]wa - [Bm7-5]tered with[E7/6] all      [E7]her    [Fdim]young t[A]ears.[Edim]    [E7]    

There m[A]ust be a h[F#m]eaven where little[C#m7-5] Annie can [F#m]play    
In [D9]heav -[Dm6] en - ly[Bm7-5] gar -      [E7/6] dens      [E7]and b[A]owers.[Edim]    [E7]    
And i[A]nstead of a h[F#m]alo she'll wear [C#m7-5]'round her [F#m]head    
A g[D9]ar - [Bm7-5]land of      [E7alt] gen -      [E7/6] u -      [E7]ine    [Fdim]flow - e[A]rs. [D9]    [A]    

[A7]No more [D9]ar - ti -[Bm7-5] fic - ial f[Dm6]lowers;
Throw [Fdim]away those [A]ar - ti - [D9]fic - ial flo[A]wers,
F[D9]low -[Fdim] ers for[Bm7-5] la - d      [E7]ies   [Fdim] of so - [A]ci - et -[D9] y    [Fdim] to w     [A]ear.
Throw aw[A7]ay those [D9]ar - ti -[Bm7-5] fic - ial f[Dm6]lowers[A], those[C#m7-5] dumb-dumb f[F#7]lowers,
F[D9]ash - [Dm6]ioned    [Bm7-5] from       [E7alt]Ann - i      [E7/6]e's,      [Fdim]    
[D9]Fash - [Dm6]ioned    [Bm7-5] from       [E7alt] Ann -       [E7/6]ie's      [E7]des - p[A]air.
[Bm7-5]Give her the [Cdim]real t     [A6]hing!

Alone in the world was[C#m7-5] poor little Anne
As sweet a young [Bm7-5]child as you'd find.
Her parents had gone to thei[C#m7-5]r final reward
Leavin' [Bm7-5]their ba - by be - hind.

This poor little child was only[C#m7-5] nine years of age
When mother and[Bm7-5] dad went a - way;
Still bravely worked at the[C#m7-5] one thing she knew
To earn[Bm7-5] her few pen - nies a day.

She made ar - ti -[Bm7-5] fic - ial flowers, ar - ti - fic - ial flowers,
Flow - ers fo[Bm7-5]r la - dies of fash - ion to wear;
She made ar - ti -[Bm7-5] fic - ial flowers,
You know those ar - ti [C#m7-5]- fic - ial flowers,
Fash - ioned[Bm7-5] from Ann - ie's des - pair.

With paper and shears, with some[C#m7-5] wire and wax
She made up[Bm7-5] each tu - lip and mum.
As snowflakes drifted into her[C#m7-5] ten - e - ment room
Her baby [Bm7-5]little fin - gers grew numb.

From makin' ar - ti - [Bm7-5]fic - ial flowers, ar - ti - fic - ial flowers
Flow - ers for[Bm7-5] la - dies of high fashion to wear.
She made ar - ti -[Bm7-5] fic - ial flowers, ar - ti [C#m7-5]- fic - ial flowers
Fash - ioned[Bm7-5] from Ann - ie's des - pair.

They found little Annie all [C#m7-5]covered in ice
Still clutch - in' her[Bm7-5] poor froz - en shears;
Amidst all the blossoms she had[C#m7-5] fashioned by hand
And wa - [Bm7-5]tered with all her young tears.

There must be a heaven where little[C#m7-5] Annie can play
In heav - en - ly[Bm7-5] gar - dens and bowers.
And instead of a halo she'll wear [C#m7-5]'round her head
A gar - [Bm7-5]land of gen - u - ine flow - ers.

No more ar - ti -[Bm7-5] fic - ial flowers;
Throw away those ar - ti - fic - ial flowers,
Flow - ers for[Bm7-5] la - dies of so - ci - et - y to wear.
Throw away those ar - ti -[Bm7-5] fic - ial flowers, those[C#m7-5] dumb-dumb flowers,
Fash - ioned[Bm7-5] from Ann - ie's,
Fash - ioned[Bm7-5] from Ann - ie's des - pair.
[Bm7-5]Give her the real thing!

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  • F#m
  • D9
  • E7/6
  • E7
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  • E7alt: not exist
  • Fdim
  • A7
  • Dm6
  • F#7
  • Cdim
  • A6

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