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


(Thanks to Ally665 for these lyrics)