Room For The Poor Lyrics - Utah Phillips

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?