In A Corner Lyrics

In a corner she sat down

Her little feet under her

She thought of her house

And of the cold that passed through the walls

She drew one out

Magically she was sitting in front of a great iron stove

The fire burned

But when the little flame went out

The stove vanished

A burnt match in her hand

A burnt match in her hand

There's no hope for a poor child

In a world where everyone thinks of themselves

Her hands were almost dead with cold

So she tried to warm up with her matches

She struck another match

And she could see through the transparent wall

On the table a roast goose jumped down

With a knife and a fork in its breast

There's no hope for a poor child

In a world where everyone thinks of themselves

Her hands were almost dead with cold

So she tried to warm up with her matches

Her hands were almost dead with cold

So she tried to warm up with her matches