Lyrics

No Room at the Inn
(McCallion)

No room at the inn, no room at the inn
For all your weary travelers your kith and your kin
There’s no room at the inn

We’re barring the door, we’re barring the door
To all your huddled masses, your tired and poor
We are barring the door

On a cold winter’s night, on a cold winter’s night
The mother of exiles is dousing her light
On a cold winter’s night

No room at the inn, no room at the in
For the least of our brothers who die for our sins
There’s no room at the inn