Song parody of
Momento mori (Flowers in the field)
by Louisa
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Skull, bottle and candle, 1952
Painted on the canvas
Depicting only truth
The gathering of all your worldly goods
You cannot take with you
Momento mori
But remember to live to
We're all just flowers in the field
And we grow on
Don't forget our fate is sealed
(Vanity of vanities, all is vanity)
We're all just soldiers facing steel
And we march on
We are but creatures on the wheel
(Vanity of vanities, all is vanity)
It was a wonderful parade
Wealth and beauty on display
Must have been a thousand people
Applauding you that day
She whispered gently in the General's ear
"Your triumphs will not linger here."
We're all just flowers in the field
And we grow on
Don't forget our fate is sealed
(Vanity of vanities, all is vanity)
We're all just soldiers facing steel
And we march on
We are but creatures on the wheel
(Vanity of vanities, all is vanity)
We're all just flowers in the field
And we grow on
Don't forget our fate is sealed
(Vanity of vanities, all is vanity)
Skull, bottle and candle, 1952
Painted on the canvas
Depicting only truth
The gathering of all your worldly goods
You cannot take with you
Momento mori
But remember to live to
We're all just flowers in the field
And we grow on
Don't forget our fate is sealed
(Vanity of vanities, all is vanity)
We're all just soldiers facing steel
And we march on
We are but creatures on the wheel
(Vanity of vanities, all is vanity)
It was a wonderful parade
Wealth and beauty on display
Must have been a thousand people
Applauding you that day
She whispered gently in the General's ear
"Your triumphs will not linger here."
We're all just flowers in the field
And we grow on
Don't forget our fate is sealed
(Vanity of vanities, all is vanity)
We're all just soldiers facing steel
And we march on
We are but creatures on the wheel
(Vanity of vanities, all is vanity)
We're all just flowers in the field
And we grow on
Don't forget our fate is sealed
(Vanity of vanities, all is vanity)
