Little Orphan Girl Doc Watson

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