Текст песни: Room for the Poor + перевод

One cold autumn morning

The leaves had turned brown

A hobo come trampin

Through a small western town

He walked through the church yard

To the preacher’s back door

Where he knew there was refuge

And room for the poor

He knocked and then waited

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

Oh if you 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 say 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 freezing outside

Or will they be driven

From the saviour’s back door

Oh say up in heaven

Is there room for the poor?

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