Paroles de 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