The Fire

The fire it warms the match girl
And she is free to dream
Of a place called paradise
Where no one to her is mean
Her father he does love her
Her father he does smile
And with no violence
Does her defile
The fire it warms the match girl
And she is free to dream
Of a happy place
Where it is warm and clean
Her mother she does love her
Her father he is kind
And in her dream
He is not a swine
The fire it warms the match girl
And she is free to dream