Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or
snow,
While you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as
you go.
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no
flame,
To warm their bones at Christmas time?
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
Now as the last broad oak leaf falls, we beg: consider this:
There’s some who have no coin to save for turkey, wine or
gifts.
No children's laughter round the fire, no family left to
know.
So lend a warm and a helping hand:
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
As holly pricks and ivy clings, your fate is none too clear.
The Lord may find you wanting, let your good fortune
disappear.
All homely comforts blown away and all that's left to show,
Is to share your joy at Christmas time
With Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or
snow,
While you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as
you go.
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame,
To warm their bones at Christmas time?
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
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