Man in the moon

Well no one buys matches

From the urchin in the street

Though each one cans see

She has no shoes on her feet

They'll cook and eat

By their Christmas tree

Their children play with presents

All warm and happy

Alone with the man

Alone with the man

Alone with the man

The man in the moon

While her flesh starts to freeze

They eat, drink and are happy

And when next time their confessions

they do make

Will they remember the match girl

Each one did break

The one they left freezing

Freezing on the street

Without love

And no shoes on her feet