The Match Girl

The match girl her home's cold and bleak
It ́s almost as cold as on the street
But if she returns to her home so cold
Her father will beat her no matches she has sold

The match girl
The match girl

The match girl her home's cold and bare
No love no toys no sweets will she find there
But if she returns to her home so bare
And her father will beat her if she goes there

The match girl
The match girl

The match girl's roof the wind whistles through
With nothing to eat and nothing to do
But if she returns to her home so cold
Her father will beat her no matches she has sold

The match girl
The match girl