It gets cold in the wintertime

And the handouts are few

Is the whole world so blind

To the plight of the few

It could be your neighbor

Who should be your friend

In the heart of the homeless

The heartaches don’t end

And the heart of the homeless

Is the soul on the street

And the heart of the homeless

Is a sad place to be

In a land full of wheat fields

You wonder how this can be

Here in the wealthiest nation in all history

We’re building our churches to god up above

In our race to be human

We forgot about love