(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