He trembles in the bitter wind

Until it's time for us to speak

Whilst others here are sleeping sound

I'll slip away by floorboard creak

Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets

Shock the colours to bleach inside

Whilst others there are sleeping sound

Just we two will confide



Listen to his body moan

Make a wish and send us home

To spin the gold and silver stitches

We can turn his rags to riches



With frosty Jack on fingernail

Thro' shoe black smile he'll tell-a-tale

Come whisper thro' your lips of straw

A moment torn forever more



Listen to his body groan

Make a wish and send us home

To spin the gold and silver stitches

We can turn his rags to riches



My so-called friends say you're not alive

I'll bake their bones for telling lies

Then pull the pastry from the pie

And pour the gravy in their eye



Listen to his body moan

Make a wish and send us home

To spin the gold and silver stitches

We can turn his rags to riches