The Feast

The little girl dreams one day to eat

a feast for free

To be served by waiters the finest food to see

In beautiful bone china served the finest wines

While behind her a grandfather clock

will chime

To start a soup hot and strong and clear

Then the steaming goose laughing

in good cheer

Her family around her smiling happy kind

All dressed in the finest clothes

and having a good time

The little girl dreams one day to eat

a feast for free

To be served by waiters the finest food to see

The little match girl dreams of the finest feast

With her family the laughter does not cease

An open fire flickers in the grate

And in her dream her heart it does not ache