Utah on "Room For The Poor"

歌詞

One cold autumn morning Leaves had tunred brown An old bum come trampin Through a small western town He walked thru the church yard To the preacher's back door Where he knew there was refuge and room for the poor He knocked and then waitind for the precher to come With just a kind word for a broken down bum The preacher arrived And looked out in dismay With a few angry words he drove him away Ofyou won't offer me something to eat May i sit here a moment and rest my poor feet I've travelled so far I'm weary and sore And stay up in heaven is there room for the poor Is there room for the poor Across the divide Where bums don't go hungry And freeze up outside Or will they be driven from the saviour's back door Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor?