The First Fall Of Snow

I talked with a stranger, so sad and forlorn

His garments were sackcloth, all tattered and torn

He told me a story, of sorrow and woe

His heart went to heaven, at the first fall of snow

He spoke of his angel, a dear baby girl

He loved ev'ry footstep, he loved ev'ry curl

But she went to heaven, just one year ago

The angels came for her, at the first fall of snow

He still had the dolly that she used to love

He held and caressed it and gazed up above

He whispered, “My baby, you're waiting, I know

I'll bring you, your dolly at the first fall of snow”

And there as I listened, my eyes filled with tears

I knew she was part of his happier years

His frail body trembled, he spoke soft and low

I'll be with my baby at the first fall of snow

I patted his shoulder, my feelings to hide

He couldn't know I was crying inside

He smiled as we parted, 'cause he didn't know

That we lost our baby at the first fall of snow