Hungry At Somebody's Door - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Hungry at Somebody's Door. Copyright, 1887, by J. C Groene A Co. 
Absent now from home find mother, Among strangers doomed to roam, Far from kindred, sister, brother, And from loving hearts at home. How I long for their embraces As in days of long ago; Far away with stranger faces. Hungry at somebody's door 
Chorus. Trent the poor old pilgrim kindly. What good he'll do you do not know; For you may have an absent brother Hungry at somebody's door. 
Heart-sick, footsore, sad and dreary, Wandering pilgrim In distress; Brightest hearts sometimes grow weary, Longing for those we love best. Fate oft puts our hearts asunder. Some to never meet no more; Some are doomed through life to wander, Hungry at somebody's door.-Chorus. 
On he wandered all alone Till he reached the ocean shore. Cast an eye across the waters Toward his childhood home once more. They are waiting for his coming, And for years they've waited sore. But he's wandering on the ocean. Hungry at somebody's door.-Chorus.