Alone with the man, the man in the moon No one buys a match from the urchin in the street Though each sees she has no shoes upon her feet They ́ll cook and eat by their Christmas tree Their children play with presents all warm and happy While her flesh starts to freeze they eat and drink and are happy And when next time their confessions they do make Will they remember the match girl each one did break one did break The one they left freezing on the street Without love and with no shoes upon her feet