G D7 G "No home, no home," said a little girlD7 C G At the door of a rich man's homeC G She trembling stood on the marble stepsD7 G And leaned on the polished wallG D7 G Her clothes were thin and her feet were bareD7 C G And the snowflakes covered her headC G "Let me come in," she feebly saidD7 G "Please give me a little bread"G D7 G As the little girl still trembling stoodD7 C G Before that rich man's doorC G With a frowning face he scornfully saidD7 G "No room, no bread for the poor"G D7 G Then the rich man went to his table so fineD7 C G Where he and his family were fedC G And the orphan stood in the snow so deepD7 G As she cried for a piece of breadG D7 G The rich man slept on his velvet couchD7 C G And he dreamed of his silver and goldC G While the orphan lay in a bed of snowD7 G And murmured, "So cold, so cold"G D7 G The hours rolled on through the midnight stormD7 C G Rolled on like a funeral bellC G The sleet came down in a blinding sheetD7 G And the drifting snow still fellG D7 G When morning came the little girlD7 C G Still lay at the rich man's doorC G But her soul had fled away to its homeD7 G Where there's room and there's bread for the poor
Little Orphan Girl
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