American Old Time Song Lyrics: 34 The Wolf At The Door
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 34
THE WOLF AT THE DOOR
By Will S. Hays.
"Mamma, look out at the beautiful snow;
Hark! how the merciless cold winds blow;
See how the streets are all mantled in white.
What! are you thinking of papa to-night?
Why are you weeping so silent And sad?
I know papa's gone, but can't I make you glad?
Come kiss me, mamma, And don't weep no more."
Hush! listen, my child, there's a wolf at the door.
Pity the fatherless child ere it dies,
Pity the widow with tears in her eyes;
Go help the homeless, the friendless and poor-
Do all you can-drive the wolf from the door.
"Mamma, don't weep; see me kneel at your feet;
I know you are cold, And we've nothing to eat;
I'm weary and foot-sore; I've gone out And tried
So hard to beg something, but I've been denied;
Oh! why do you tremble, you've nothing to fear,
The fires gone out, and 'tis very cold here,
Put your head on my lap, you can sleep on the floor."
No, child, there's no sleep, there's a wolf at the door.- Chor.
"Mamma, God bless you, cheer up all you can;
Some day I may be a good, honest man;
But while I am nothing as yet but a boy.
Please let me speak to your breaking heart joy;
Though papa is dead, there is one left us still-
Friends may forsake no, but God never will-
Come, let's go to sleep," and their troubles were o'er.
And the verdict was "dead," found a wolf at the door.- Chorus