We can turn his rags to riches
I'll slip away by floorboard creak
Then pull the pastry from the pie
To spin the gold and silver stitches
Listen to his body moan
Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets
We can turn his rags to riches
Shock the colors to bleach inside
Whilst others there are sleeping sound
I'll bake their bones for telling lies
Make a wish and send us home
Through shoe black smile he'll tell a tale
With frosty Jack on fingernail
Come whisper through your lips of straw
To spin the gold and silver stitches
Make a wish and send us home
A moment torn forever more
Make a wish to send us home
And pour the gravy in their eye
Listen to his body moan
Just we two will confide
To spin the gold and silver stitches
My so called friends say you're not alive
Listen to his body moan
Whilst others here are sleeping sound
