American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Out In The Cold

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17

OUT IN THE COLD.

With blue cold hands and stockingless feet,
Wandered a child in the cheerless street;
Children were many, who housed and fed,
Lovingly nestled, dreaming in bed,
Caroled their joy in a land of bliss,
Without a care or thought of this-
They were warm in humanity's fold,
But this little child was out in the cold!
Out in the cold!

Bleak blew the wind through the cheerless street,
Dashing along the merciless sleet.
All furred and shawled, man, woman and child,
Hurried along, for the storm grew wild;
They could not bear the icicle blast,
Winter so rude, on their pathway cast.
Alas! no one pitied, no one consoled
This little wanderer out in the cold!
Out in the cold!

She had no father, she had no mother,
Sister none, and never a brother,
They had passed on the star-worlds above,
She remained here with nothing but love-
Nothing but love-ah! men did not know
What wealth of joy that child could bestow;
So they went by and worsh?ped their gold,
Leaving this little one out in the cold!
Out in the cold!

Wandered she on, till the shades of night,
Veiled her shivering form from sight,
Then with her cold hands over her breast
She prayed to her Father in heaven for rest;
When hours had tied 'neath the world's dark frown,
Hungered and chilled she laid herself down,
Laid down to rest, while the wealthy rolled
In carriages past her, out in the cold!
Out in the cold!

Out in the cold, lo! an angel form
Brought her white roljes that were rich and warm,
Out in the cold, on the sleeping child,
The sainted face of a mother smiled;
A sister pressed on her brow a kiss,
Led her amid scenes of heavenly bliss,
And angels gathered into their fold
That night the little one out in the cold!
Out in the cold!