I don't know if this is a related song or not. It is from my grandfather's "New Baptist Hymnal", which has no music, just the words.   

Pawpaw was a song leader at the services for many years. It was one of two 'words only' hymnals his United Baptist congregation used, the other being "The Sweet Songster." Both of them include ballads with a religious theme in addition to hymns. United Baptists and Old Regular Baptist congregations were and are common in eastern Kentucky. Pawpaw was born and raised at Flat Gap, outside of Paintsville, which is in the same general region of the state that Jean hails from, so I am wondering if the songs might be loosely connected.

I am copying it exactly as it is printed, including punctuation.

"The Orphaned Girl"
No. 29 in The New Baptist Hymnal

"No home, no home," cried a little girl
      as she stood in the prince's hall.
Trembling she stood on the marble steps
      And leaned on the polished wall.

Her clothes were thin, and her feet were bare
    And the snow had covered her head.
"Give me a home," she feebly cried'
    "A home, and a bite of bread."

"A father's love I never knew,"
    And tears dropped from her eyes,
"My mother sleeps in a new made grave,
    "'Tis an orphan here tonight."

The night was dark and the snow fell fast,
    As the rich man closed his door;
His proud lips curled as he scornfully said:
    "No home nor bread for the poor."

"I must freeze, I must freeze," the trembling child cried,
    And sank on the steps of the door
To wrap her feet in her tattered dress,
    All covered with sleet and snow.

The hours rolled on and the midnight storm
    rolled on like a funeral knell,
The earth seemed wrapped in a winding sheet
    And the chilly snow still fell.

The rich man slept on his velvet couch
    And dreamed of his silver and gold,
While the orphan lay on a bed of snow.
    And murmured, "so cold, so cold."

When the morning dawned the little girl
    Still lay at the rich man's door,
But her soul had fled to its home above,
    Where there's room and bred (sic) for the poor.

No more she stood at the rich man's door,
    And cried, "so cold, so cold!"
With a crown on her head and a harp in her hand
    She sang in a house of gold.