The little match girl dreams 
of peace on earth 
Where all the greed and hatred 
everyone deserts 
Where all the poor match girls 
are never ever cold 
Because of the kind people their matches 
all are sold 
The little match girl dreams of peace on earth 
Of fires burning brightly in the hearth 
A thousand candles burn upon the tree 
And now the little match girl knows 
she will be free 
Now the little match girl ?s match it 
may go out 
But the candles on the tree they will 
still burn bright 
And now in her heart she has lost all doubt 
And in heaven the angels they all shout