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