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