Collected by Patrick A. Todd Sung by Mrs. Phydella Gilbert Hogan
Fayetteville, Arkansas Jan 1960 Reel 329, Item 6
A Song about an Orphan Girl
Mrs. Hogan doesn't know the name of this song, and she can only remember one verse. So she tells about the song.
She came to the rich man's door, dressed in tatters and rags and there was this snow storm.
She asked to have a crust of bread and a warm place to sleep, but he turned her away from the door and said "No room, no bread for the Poor" - - and the only verse that I remember:
Midnight came and the storm rolled on Rolled on like a funeral knell
And the world seemed wrapped in a winding sheet
And the flakes of snow still fell.
The rich man slept on a silken couch
And dreamed of his silver and gold
But the little girl slept on the cold door-step
And murmured "so cold - so cold"
The storm rolled on and the little girl Still lay at the rich man's door.
But her soul had fled to a better land Where there's room and bread for the poor
Then the rich man woke up the next morning and went to the door and found the little girl And when he found her he discovered it was his sister's child and he said, "My God, what have I done, this orphan's my sister's child "
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