クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moe Bandy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark D. Sanders
Songwriter
Carol Ann Etheridge
Songwriter
Alice Randall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Kennedy
Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
"Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches on the soul"
Said the homeless young man standing 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 shaking his head at me
And he said these words to me
[Chorus]
In my Father's house are many mansions
Though tonight, some make their beds along the street
Where I've seen lives still by winter's bitter chill
In my Father's house, there's a mansion for me
[Instrumental]
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
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]
In my Father's house are many mansions
Though tonight, some make their beds along the street
Where I've seen lives still by winter's bitter chill
In my Father's house, there's a mansion for me
In my Father's house are many mansions
Though tonight, some make their beds along the street
Where I've seen lives still by winter's bitter chill
In my Father's house, there's a mansion for me
Written by: Alice Randall, Carol Ann Etheridge, Mark D. Sanders
