So she lights another match
But soon the spark is gone
So she lights another match and lives on
And she sees a stove of brass
How warm it's fire burns
But the match goes out
Alas cold returns
So she lights another flame
And sees a table strewn with dried fruit
And meat and game bright as noon
Then more splendid to behold
The goose hops from the plate and walks forth
And then it's cold dark and late
And another tiny light
She sees a Christmas tree all lit up
With colors bright and pretty
Then the Christmas lights rise higher
"A falling star " she sighs
Then there is no other fire and she dies
