THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW
Recorded by Hank Williams, Sr.
Writer: Lorene Rose
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 just couldn't tell him how I felt inside
I patted his shoulder my feelings to hide
He smiled as we parted 'cause he didn't know
That we lost our baby at the first fall of snow.