Plastic Flower Seeds
(Bert Hansell)
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I was walking through the graveyard Sunday morning
When my daughter said "Oh tell me Daddy please
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I really want to know, how do plastic flowers grow
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And where do we get them plastic flower seeds"
When some folks die their souls are sent to heaven
The rest are sent below amongst the weeds
Their bodies stay right here, and the plant them deep my dear
And they turn into them plastic flower seeds.
On young William's grave there grew a red red rose,
Barbry Allen grew a briar for her deeds,
But in these modern times we all pay for our crimes
By turning into plastic flower seeds.
I wish they'd plant some roses 'round our gravestones
But in this world of selfishness and greed
The memory they preserve, it's the one that we deserve
And we turn into them plastic flower seeds
Now when I die I wanna go to heaven,
But maybe not, I've sometimes been a weed,
But whichever way I go, you can plant me here below
And I'll turn into a plastic flower seed.
Yeah, whichever way I go, you can plant me here below
And I'll turn into a plastic flower seed.
Copyright Bert Hansell, 1994
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OCT98
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!