I remember all the girls with
Flowers falling in the dirt and
When they said their prayers
And washed the stains
And felt that they were close
To God
And put their hands together praying
For each other
And the strength to be so pure
And be so clean
And I remember when they
Took her from her shame
And shipped her off to give it
Away to God
Then, they said her name was gone and
Must not mention
Hush your lips and pray
We'll all kneel down and pray
Pray
I remember all the girls with
Flowers falling in the dirt
