O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie.
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by.
Yet in the dark streets shineth
The everlasting light.
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
Matches! Buy my matches!
Matches! Buy my matches!
I'm freezing cold and starving.
They're only a penny a box...
Matches! Buy my matches!