^G"No home, no home," said a ^D7little ^Ggirl At the ^D7door of a ^Crich man's ^Ghome She trembling ^Cstood on the ^Gmarble steps And leaned on the ^D7polished ^Gwall

Her ^Gclothes were thin and her ^D7feet were ^Gbare And the ^D7snowflakes ^Ccovered her ^Ghead "Let me come ^Cin," she ^Gfeebly said "Please give me a ^D7little ^Gbread"

As the ^Glittle girl still ^D7trembling ^Gstood Be^D7fore that ^Crich man's ^Gdoor With a frowning ^Cface he ^Gscornfully said "No room, no ^D7bread for the ^Gpoor"

Then the ^Grich man went to his ^D7table so ^Gfine Where ^D7he and his ^Cfamily were ^Gfed And the orphan ^Cstood in the ^Gsnow so deep As she cried for a ^D7piece of ^Gbread

The ^Grich man slept on his ^D7velvet ^Gcouch And he ^D7dreamed of his ^Csilver and ^Ggold While the orphan ^Clay in a ^Gbed of snow And murmured, "So ^D7cold, so ^Gcold"

The ^Ghours rolled on through the ^D7midnight ^Gstorm Rolled ^D7on like a ^Cfuneral ^Gbell The sleet came ^Cdown in a ^Gblinding sheet And the drifting ^D7snow still ^Gfell

When ^Gmorning came the ^D7little ^Ggirl Still ^D7lay at the ^Crich man's ^Gdoor But her soul had ^Cfled a^Gway to its home Where there's room and ^D7there's bread for the ^Gpoor