Man in the Moon Lyrics

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