PLEASE LET ME SLEEP ON YOUR DOORSTEP, TONIGHT.
by
Bob Weston and Bert Lee (1930)
Billy Bennett
'Twas Christmas Eve at midnight 
And a tramp with haggard face 
Was knocking at the door 
Of a rich millionaire's palace.

The rich man in pyjamas 
Trimmed with gold and costly fur 
Said, 'What are you a-wanting of?
The tramp replied, 'Dear sir,

Please let me sleep on your doorstep tonight, 
I'm homeless and cold and the snow's falling white, 
The fire through your keyhole looks cosy and bright, 
So please let me sleep on your doorstep tonight.

'The rich man said, 'How dare you?' 
In a manner cold and chill 
And from his freezing nose 
He proudly wiped an icicle.

That night while his rich brother 
slept on silk sheets trimmed with lace 
The poor man slept and then the snowflakes fell 
On his cold face.

'Please let me sleep on your doorstep tonight, 
I'm homeless and cold and the snow's falling white, 
The fire through your keyhole looks cosy and bright,
So please let me sleep on your doorstep tonight.'

The rich man called a constable and said, 
'Remove this man.' 
He shone his lamp - the rich man cried, 
'Why it's my brother Dan!

You want to sleep upon my doorstep, 
You my brother Fred, 
You shall sleep on my doorstep 
I didn't know you when yer said,

'Please let me sleep on your doorstep tonight, 
I'm homeless and cold and the snow's falling white, 
The fire through your keyhole looks cosy and bright, 
So please let me sleep on your doorstep tonight.'

The rich man caught pneumonia 
Through standing in the cold 
And soon at heavens pearly gates 
He claimed his wings of gold.

The angel to the rich man said, 
'You can't come in, oh no.' 
The rich man said, 'Well as it's late 
and they're full up below, 

Please let me sleep on your doorstep tonight,
I'm homeless and cold and the snow's falling white, 
The fire through your keyhole looks cosy and bright, 
So please let me sleep on your doorstep tonight.' 
The end