Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow 

while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go. 

Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame 

To warm their bones at Christmas time? 

Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.

 

Now as the last broad oak leaf falls, we beg: consider this --- 

there's some who have no coin to save for turkey, wine or gifts. 

No children's laughter round the fire, no family left to know. 

So lend a warm and a helping hand --- 

say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow. 



As holly pricks and ivy clings, 

your fate is none too clear. 

The Lord may find you wanting, let your good fortune disappear. 

All homely comforts blown away and all that's left to show 

is to share your joy at Christmas time 

with Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.