Many Mansions

Capo 1st fret E C#m Hope is a thing with feathers, that perches on the soul A E D A E Said the homeless young man standin there, strong against the cold C#m Reached into my pocket said a penny for your poetry A E D A E But when I handed him a dollar bill he was shakin his head at me D A B7 An he said these words to me E B7 E In my fathers house many mansions A E B7 Though tonite some make their bed along the streets E B7 E A Where Ive seen lives still by winters bitter chill E B7 E In my fathers house theres 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 what will come to pass When the least of us shall be first and the first shall be last Whos homeless now I ask Chorus twice