[Verse]
G D7 G
"No home, no home," said a little girl
D7 C G
At the door of a rich man's home
C G
She trembling stood on the marble steps
D7 G
And leaned on the polished wall
G D7 G
Her clothes were thin and her feet were bare
D7 C G
And the snowflakes covered her head
C G
"Let me come in," she feebly said
D7 G
"Please give me a little bread"
G D7 G
As the little girl still trembling stood
D7 C G
Before that rich man's door
C G
With a frowning face he scornfully said
D7 G
"No room, no bread for the poor"
G D7 G
Then the rich man went to his table so fine
D7 C G
Where he and his family were fed
C G
And the orphan stood in the snow so deep
D7 G
As she cried for a piece of bread
G D7 G
The rich man slept on his velvet couch
D7 C G
And he dreamed of his silver and gold
C G
While the orphan lay in a bed of snow
D7 G
And murmured, "So cold, so cold"
G D7 G
The hours rolled on through the midnight storm
D7 C G
Rolled on like a funeral bell
C G
The sleet came down in a blinding sheet
D7 G
And the drifting snow still fell
G D7 G
When morning came the little girl
D7 C G
Still lay at the rich man's door
C G
But her soul had fled away to its home
D7 G
Where there's room and there's bread for the poor
