Moe Bandy Lyrics
"Many Mansions"

Hope is a thing with feathers that perches on the soul
Said the homeless young man standin' there strong against the cold
I reached into my pocket, said a penny for your poetry
But when I handed him a dollar bill he was shakin' his head at me
Then he said these words to me

Chorus:
In my fathers house are many mansions
Though tonight some make their beds along the street
Where I've seen lives still by winters bitter chill
In my fathers house there's a mansion for me

Sleep is a silent pleasure behind doors with deadbolt locks
But its a concrete nightmare chance you take on the streets in a cardboard box
But I know about the eye of the needle and what will come to pass
When the least of us shall be first and the first now shall be last
Who's homeless now I ask

Chorus 2x