Than a child outside a church
Begging with a cardboard box
In a heartless town that hurts and mocks
Against the Christmas windows
A young girl rests her tattered head
And the festive lights shine down
Someone would take her home
But we've no pity for our own kind
Than the wolf at the door
All the begging in the cold
To keep the wolf from the fold
Than the an honest girl turned thief or wore
Under African sun or Dublin rain
Necessities remain the same
On the roof the old wood shed
The moon rested its pale head
Who saw same things she'd never seen
And on a chair in a hospital
Than the wolf at the door
All the begging in the cold
To keep the wolf from the fold
Than the an honest girl turned thief or wore
Under African sun or Dublin rain
Necessities remain the same