Jack and Jill went up the hillTo fetch a pail of water,Jack fell down and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.New Yearâs Eve, the boy downtownTo see the pauperâs daughter,Half past six the date was fixed,The gate to raven I call him.Knew the score, there was no door,But sweet light shone from the ceiling.She was dressed in blue, a family friend,Calling red, they were singing,Singing, singing, woah.I played a tune from room to roomHolding hands like a childrenâs tune,There was no charming, no waiting no tears,Pauperâs teaching like a son, like feel.Looking back, no rumours,Memory lingering on and on, on and on,They would sing it,They would sing it,Woah, yeah, yeah.Half past six the date was fixed,The gate to raven I call him.Knew the score, there was no door,But sweet light shone from the ceiling.She was dressed in blue, a family friend,Calling red, they were singing, woah,They were singing.Jack and Jill went up the hillTo fetch a pail of water,Jack fell down and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.Jack and Jill went up the hillTo fetch a pail of water,Jack fell down and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.Pauperâs daughter and I,Pauperâs daughter and I,Pauperâs daughter and I.