The Feast

The match girl dreams
To eat a feast for free
Served by waiters
The finest food to see

In beautiful bone china
Served the finest wines
While behind her
A grandfather clock will chime

To start a soup
Hot, strong and clear
Then the steaming goose
Laughing with good cheer

Her family around her
Smiling happy kind
All dressed in the finest clothes
And having a good time

The match girl dreams
The match girl dreams
Around her
The laughter does not cease

An open fire
Burning in the grate
And for a while
Her heart it does not break

The match girl dreams