Lizzi Von DooLittle (vondoolittle) wrote,
Lizzi Von DooLittle

In the Bleak Midwinter

In the Bleak Midwinter
Frosty wives made moan
Children with old clothes on
Husbands leaving home
Costs had risen year on year
Year on year
With bedroom tax and food banks
No jobs or owning homes.


Our God in heav'n cannot hold us
Nor Earth sustain
All our earnings taxed away
Money down the drain
In the bleak midwinter
A stable wage sufficed
But for gas and electricity
We all paid the price.


What more can I give them?
Poor as I am
If I were a banker
I would spare a grand
If I were a rich man
I would do my part
Yet what I have I give them
All but my heart.


Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you threw it away. This year to save me from tears I'll pickle yours in a jam jar...


©Miss Von Trapp 2013. With apologies to Christina Rossetti and Wham.


Image from SIDESHOW at The Barnfield Theatre, Exeter © Nigel Cheffers-Heard

Tags: cello, dark cabaret, folk, gigs, holiday, missvontrapp, vaudeville

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