"Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow
While you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
To warm their bones at Christmas time
Say, Jack Frost and the hooded crow

Now as the last broad oak leaf falls, we beg consider this ---
There's some who have no coin to save for turkey, wine or gifts
No children's laughter round the fire, no family left to know
So lend a warm and a helping hand
Say, Jack Frost and the hooded crow

As holly pricks and ivy clings,
Your fate is none too clear
The Lord may find you wanting, let your good fortune disappear
All homely comforts blown away and all that's left to show
Is to share your joy at Christmas time
With Jack Frost and the hooded crow

Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow
While you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
To warm their bones at Christmas time
Say, Jack Frost and the hooded crow..."

-Jethro Tull, "Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow"