The Orphan Girl

Lyrics

‘No home, no home,’ plead a little girl,
At the door of a princely hall,
As she trembling stood on the polished step,
And leaned on the marble wall.

‘My father, alas! I never knew,’
And a tear dim’d her eyes so bright;
‘My mother sleeps in a new made grave,
’Tis an orphan begs tonight.’

Her clothes were thin and her feet were bare,
But the snow had covered her head;
‘O! give me a home,’ she feebly said;
‘A home and a bit of bread.’

The night was dark and the snow fell fast,
But the rich man closed his door,
And his proud face frowned, as he scornfully said:
‘No room, no bread for the poor.’

The morning dawned, and the orphan girl
Still lay at the rich man’s door;
But her soul had fled to a home above,
Where there’s room and bread for the poor.