Little Match Girl

Little Match Girl


[cho] She used to be the little match girl
A story that you heard so long ago
Peering through the window from the outside
Striking feeble matches in the snow

It all changed one cold December
Christmas lights were all aglow
Another little girl looked out the window
Saw her feeble matches in the snow

Daddy, Daddy, you’ve got to help her
What if it was me out in the cold
You’re the only one who can save her
Cold and hungry in her tattered clothes

Now she stands so strong and confident
Fancy cars and stylish clothes
But deep in her heart she still remembers
Striking feeble matches in the snow