| Song | Flowers for Grandma |
| Artist | Claire Hamill |
| Album | One House Left Standing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coles, Hamill | |
| They'd capture live pulsating plants | |
| And put them by her bed | |
| She loved to feel, caress and touch | |
| She claimed they heard each word she said | |
| She'd watch them writhing in their pots | |
| She'd watch, and they'd watch too | |
| Their tentative long writhing stalks | |
| That tried to leave their bedside zoo | |
| If only she could understand | |
| She would not be so keen | |
| That plants and flowers | |
| Looked alive can turn out very mean | |
| And then one silent summers day | |
| They found her lying dead | |
| With a large geranium's pale green stalk | |
| Lying gently round her head | |
| Her relatives soon gathered around | |
| Her uncles and her aunts | |
| To see the only woman that | |
| Was murdered by her plants | |
| They buried her amidst the tune | |
| Of weeping summer showers | |
| And children came to view her tomb | |
| And on it put dead flowers |
| zuo qu : Coles, Hamill | |
| They' d capture live pulsating plants | |
| And put them by her bed | |
| She loved to feel, caress and touch | |
| She claimed they heard each word she said | |
| She' d watch them writhing in their pots | |
| She' d watch, and they' d watch too | |
| Their tentative long writhing stalks | |
| That tried to leave their bedside zoo | |
| If only she could understand | |
| She would not be so keen | |
| That plants and flowers | |
| Looked alive can turn out very mean | |
| And then one silent summers day | |
| They found her lying dead | |
| With a large geranium' s pale green stalk | |
| Lying gently round her head | |
| Her relatives soon gathered around | |
| Her uncles and her aunts | |
| To see the only woman that | |
| Was murdered by her plants | |
| They buried her amidst the tune | |
| Of weeping summer showers | |
| And children came to view her tomb | |
| And on it put dead flowers |
| zuò qǔ : Coles, Hamill | |
| They' d capture live pulsating plants | |
| And put them by her bed | |
| She loved to feel, caress and touch | |
| She claimed they heard each word she said | |
| She' d watch them writhing in their pots | |
| She' d watch, and they' d watch too | |
| Their tentative long writhing stalks | |
| That tried to leave their bedside zoo | |
| If only she could understand | |
| She would not be so keen | |
| That plants and flowers | |
| Looked alive can turn out very mean | |
| And then one silent summers day | |
| They found her lying dead | |
| With a large geranium' s pale green stalk | |
| Lying gently round her head | |
| Her relatives soon gathered around | |
| Her uncles and her aunts | |
| To see the only woman that | |
| Was murdered by her plants | |
| They buried her amidst the tune | |
| Of weeping summer showers | |
| And children came to view her tomb | |
| And on it put dead flowers |