The Little Match Girl
Once upon a time on a snowy New Year’s Eve,
a little girl with cold bare feet and a bundle of matches,
stood on the sidewalk so cold and lonely.
When you ask where her shoes are she would say that
one was lost on the run
from a carriage speeding down the street.
The other was taken away by a boy,
who took it away for children of his own.
Those slippers used to be her mother’s,
who had died
quite early some night.
Now she’s left with her father,
and a poor house with a hole stuffed with straws and rags.
If she went back
with no penny in hand
her father would beat her all night.
She was a picture of misery,
sitting on an alley.
Home was no warmer than being outside,
but the cold was still going inside her.
Therefore, she lit a match as warm as a candle,
and saw a great iron stove that disappeared when the candle burnt out.
It all happened to the walking goose and the Christmas Tree,
oh, how she wanted them to be all real.
Soon when she looked up into the sky,
and saw the shooting star she knew that someone was dying.
She lit another match and saw her grandmother,
to keep her there she lit the whole bundle.
She pleaded her grandmother to take her away,
and the grandmother cradled the girl in her arm.
And so they all flew away,
when the light of the New Year came.