The Fire

The fire it warms the little match girl

and she is free to dream

Of a happy place where no one to her is mean

She dreams of love an kindness her mother

she does smile

Her father with no violence does her defile

The fire it warms the little match girl

and she is free to dream

Of a place called paradise where it is

warm and clean

Where her mother she does love her,

her father not a swine

Of a place called paradise where everyoneis kind