It's 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 neighbour, 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.

And the heart of the homeless is the soul on the street,
And the heart of the homeless is a sad place to be,
And the heart of the homeless is the soul on the street,
And the heart of the homeless is a sad place to be.