Many Mansions Lyrics

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
An he said these words to me

In my fathers house many mansions
Though tonight some make their bed along the streets
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 it's a concrete nightmare chance you take on the streets in a cardboard box
But I know about the eye of the needle what will come to pass
When the least of us shall be first and the first shall be last
Who's homeless now I ask

In my fathers house many mansions
Though tonite some make their bed along the streets
Where I've seen lives still by winters bitter chill
In my fathers house there's a mansion for me
In my fathers house many mansions
Though tonite some make their bed along the streets
Where I've seen lives still by winters bitter chill
In my fathers house there's a mansion for me