Oo-hoo-hoo wind in the chimney
I hear a sadness time
I hear a black, dark dead long note
The chimney sweeper’s own love song
Did not know of joy to sing
did not know except one thing
Black are hands and black the face
blackened life is in this place
Where eyes can hardly move up there
black are chimney sweepers hands and hair
never smoked when I was with her
The flame of love was grand
How I loved this lovely maiden
loved her day and night
She was pure and lovely
and the flame burned bright
Oh the wind was frightening
sad and hurting from his threat
she sought safety by the fire
and she sits there yet…
Oo-hoo-hoo how wind did rumble
Oo-hoo-hoo blowing with alarm
She, collapsed, sits by the fire
trying to stay warm…