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