I talked with a stranger, so sad and forlorn,
His garments were sack cloth, 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 every footstep, he loved every 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.