Alone with the man, the man in the moon 
No one buys a match from the urchin 
in the street 
Though each sees she has no shoes 
upon her feet 
They ?ll cook and eat by their Christmas tree 
Their children play with presents all warm 
and happy 
While her flesh starts to freeze they eat 
and drink and are happy 
And when next time their confessions 
they do make 
Will they remember the match girl each one did break 
one did break 
The one they left freezing on the street 
Without love and with no shoes 
upon her feet