Fer it was cold outside,

An' listened to the preacher

Tell of the Crucified;

Without, a sleety drizzle

Cut deep each ragged form, -

An' so we stood the talkin'

Fer shelter from the storm

They sang of God an' angels,

An' heaven's eternal joy,

An' things I stopped believin'

When I was still a boy;

They spoke of good an' evil,

An' offered savin' grace -

An' some showed love for mankin'

A-shinin' in their face,

An' some their graft was workin'

The same as me an' you:

But most was urgin' on us

Wot they believed was true.

We sang an' dozed an' listened,

But only feared, us men,

The time when, service over,

We'd have to mooch again

An' walk the icy pavements

An' breast the snowstorm gray

Till the saloons was opened

An' there was hints of day.

So, when they called out "Sinners,

Won't you come!" I came...

But in my face was pallor

An' in my heart was shame...

An' so forgive me, Jesus,

Yer mockin' of thy name -

Fer I was cold an' hungry!

They gave me grub an' bed

After I kneeled there with them

An' many prayers was said

An' so forgive me, Jesus,

I didn't mean no harm -

An' outside it was zero,

An' inside it was warm....

Yes, I was cold an' hungry, -

An', O Thou Crucified,

Thou friend of all the Lowly,

Fergive the lie I lied!