A few years ago, around halloween time, I had to sing three songs at a concert. I could only think of two suitable songs "Tom Pierce" and "The British Workman's Grave", so I wrote one of my own to complete the set.

It's called "Plastic Flower Seeds."

  
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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 folwer 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 folwer 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