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