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    Leaving their baby behind       Did you 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 a few pennies a day       She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers    Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear    She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers    Fashioned from Annie's despair       With papers and shears, with wire and wax    She made up each tulip and mum    As snow flakes drifted in to her tenement room    Her baby little fingers grew numb       >From artificial flowers, those artificial flowers    Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear    She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers    Made from Annie's despair       And they found little Annie all covered with ice    Still clutching 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 halo, she'll wear round her head    A garland of genuine flowers       No more artificial flowers, artificial flowers    Flowers for ladies of society to wear    Those artificial flowers, artificial flowers    Fashioned from Annie's    Fashioned from Annie's despair