Silent Night, Lonely Night
Streets are dark, no soul in sight
Round and round does the match seller roam
Only trouble awaits her at home
Shivering, hungry and weary
The little girl sits in the snow
She strikes one match
And the flame's like a stove
The second's a banquet
Of sweetmeats and cloves
And the third brings a vision of baubles and stars
A beautiful Christmas tree for her only
Silent Night, Wonderful Night
All is calm and veiled in white
Someone's calling the matchseller's name
Angels sing as she burns the last flame
Glory Hallelujah
The little girl smiles in the snow
Glory Hallelujah
The little girl sleeps in the snow
